My babies are growing up. I feel like just yesterday I was writing this post about my little girl starting Kindergarten! NOW my little girl is starting Middle School! And that baby I mentioned— He is starting 2nd grade! WHAT?
No more babies in my house. No, I do not miss the diapers, crying for hours, baby food, and binky battles. Yes, I do miss holding a baby in my arms, I miss having him/her sleep on my chest, the laughs at funny faces, and tickle monsters.
Now I get “Mom you are crazy” looks. I am told that I look funny. I am told to “stop it!” I embarrass them. (That, I am sure will never change) They want specific types of clothing, rather than the ones I would pick out. They are vocal and opinionated. They are growing up!
I am so proud of who they are becoming! But letting go is hard!
Six years ago I had the same fears I have now. My “baby” walking through those doors into a new, big school! Now it is Middle School. I have that same worry! Can she handle it? It’s a whole new world!! A scary world!
I have a feeling every first will be this hard. Each one has been hard, but I make it through some how… and the kids are fine!
GULP! I know I can handle this. God has prepared me for this season.
I will try to embrace this new season. Somehow. I will do what mothers have done for centuries. I will do what my mother and grandmother did. I will watch them grow and enjoy this new season in our lives.
But please allow me a little time to cry. I am sad. I am excited. I am full of emotions.
I stopped for coffee and a little girl talk this morning and that made me smile. But the quiet was odd. A whole conversation without an interruption. WHAT?
I want to encourage all of the moms out there. The ones watching the clock till the little ones are done for the day. The ones praying every time you think of those little ones surrounded by new people and new experiences. Hoping they are making new friends and liking their new teacher. Hoping they see some old friends. Hoping they are making good memories. And hoping they will remember the values you have taught them. Hoping they will stay true to who they are and not what the world wants them to be. Hoping! Praying!
I love this passage, so I leave you with this:
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 (NIV)
1 There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.