I knew it was coming, that I could not escape it. It was inevitable, but it still took my breath away and has me typing this at one in the morning.
This year, our youngest baby starts kindergarten. For the very first time, in the history of sending our babies off to their first day of school, I will be coming home alone. No little hand in mine, walking home together, collecting leaves and planning our day. No little voice singing along to the radio as we drive the older kids to school. No kids shows as background noise. No little shadow following me around the house.
Just me. And the fur babies.
Every single last piece of my heart will be leaving me at home by myself all day. Just the thought has me sobbing and in tears.
For over fourteen years, my life has been my children. I went on maternity leave with my eldest and once he was born, I never looked back. My entire day centered around my babies, it’s all I’ve known for so long, I feel lost knowing this chapter of my life is closing.
Sara still feels like a little baby to me, not ready to be sent away all day. She still says words that take us several minutes, to her great frustration, for us to understand. She just barely turned 5 a little over a month ago, and already, she has been stamped as ready for school and will be starting her journey outside of our home. Away from me.
This all feels greatly rushed, especially not being in our own home, still living in a rental house as our place is in the process of being put back together from the fire. I feel cheated out of our last summer. I had so many plans, so many dreams of the perfect summer vacation with my babies before school started. I allowed our circumstances to steal that away from us. Shame on me.
Already, the hectic school year schedule has started, with dance and marching band kicking off earlier this month. The days are flying by, I am running out of summer, and there is nothing I can do.
So I cry. And I type at 1 in the morning, trying to make some sense of my sadness until my brain is too tired, too exhausted to think one more sad thing, and I finally drift off to sleep.
Tomorrow, I will hold my babies. I will kiss their sweet, chubby, little baby hands, and I will cherish every last glorious minute I have with them before the school year steals them away from me.
I don’t know how moms survive this. It feels unbearable to me, watching my babies grow up so quickly right before my eyes.