Last summer I spent much of the time trying to feel as excited and happy about my daughter starting Kindergarten as all the other moms felt. I was not excited in the happy way: I was not looking forward to the time without her or her being gone all day. Yes, I was excited for her but as the days drew closer, I found that I spent some time in the evenings dealing with my angst after spending the daytime acting excited for her sake.
See, last September was a time of transition: I saw it as the beginning of the end of my Stay at Home time with babies and comforted my son as he mourned for his sister’s company each day. My daughter had a hard time as adjusting as well which only made me feel worse. But soon she was friends with everyone and both my son and I settled into the routine as well.
This September has brought first grade for my daughter and soon the second year of preschool for my son. I have not been nearly as worried this summer as I could see her now as a girl who is ready for school and growing up and my son has been counting the days until school starts. Plus, I have adjusted (a bit) to the baby growing away feelings. Yes, I miss her (soon them) each day but feel giddy to see what they bring home and hear the stories they share.