A New Season of Life: No More Babies

I am full of emotion this month. I am crossing into a new season of life. My season of babies in the house is over. I remember writing this post when my little girl started kindergarden. WOW! Was that really 4 years ago? WOW! Just. Wow!

My son should start kindergarden this year, but we decided that he is not ready. His birthday is at the age cut off and he would be the youngest in the class. He is also a shy little guy. Really it comes down to mom’s intuition right? I did not think it was a good idea. I’d rather wait now and avoid having him struggle over the next 12 years. That was our decision. Not that it is right or wrong. It is just what we decided to do. BUT we knew those were also the very reason that he did need to start pre school. He needs the social and academic challenges to prepare him for kindergarden next year.

So…. here we go! My little guy is going into PreK and little girl is going into 3rd grade. Bare with me as I cry.

My babies are growing up. I will not have any more baby years. No, I do not miss the diapers, crying for hours, baby food, and binky battles. Yes, I 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 embarrass them. They want specific types of clothing. They are vocal and opinionated.

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 time in our life.

But please allow me a little time to cry. I am sad. I am excited. I am full of emotions.

I love this passage, so I leave you with this:

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 (NIV)