It’s actually taking everything I have not to run over to Kelsey’s kindergarten class and peek through the windows like a creep to see how she is doing. I’m horrible. She did amazing today, really amazing. This kind of milestone is always harder on us moms, am I right?
This morning, she took her first steps into kindergarten. My dad came with me to drop her off and it was him who was stuck carrying her lunchbox, school supplies and backpack. That’s what grandpa’s are for. I actually made it through the playground and to her classroom door without crying. That is, until I realized that she didn’t even need me.
As the bell rang, she sprinted her to her classroom door. There were so many parents and kids that I had to squeeze through the crowd of people just to catch a glimpse of her. “Kelsey! Kelsey! Over here!” I shouted. She looked up at me and smiled.
That’s when the waterworks (for me) came. In that moment, I was so proud. Proud that she didn’t need me. Proud that she was so excited to start this new chapter and proud that she has become so independent. But, secretly devastated that I would never get this day back again. In fact, I’m crying now just thinking about it.
How do they get so big? And so fast? Why can’t we just freeze time. Why is it so impossible for me to let her grow up? I’m pretty sure I’m not the only mom who keeps asking those questions. Well, only 27 minutes to go before her school bell rings and I get to hear all about her day (but whose counting?). I have the luxury of working from home today and starting my workday super early so I can pick her up on this very, very special day after school.
PS – I swear her backpack isn’t thaaaat big. Promise.