I have been blessed with a person who requires constant supervision, daily home cooked meals and limitless attention.
In one sentence, I am the proud owner of a mini human.
True to the saying, having a child means your heart lives outside of your body.
It has become evident that my days of having Barney and Dora as teachers are officially behind me.
I now have uniforms, homework and shiny school shoes to look forward to as my offspring heads excitedly into Grade One.
Excited is just one word to describe the attitude of the child who grew too fast.
Packing and repacking of the school bag, prancing around in her new school shoes and even washing and rewashing her new lunch box.
Seems only mother dearest feels the fear.
It has been said that “it gets easier as they grow,” but I repeat, its Grade One.
A big step in tiny shoes.
So I find myself holding back tears and trying to be brave because superheroes do not cry and every child deserves a superhero.
I am not alone in my “big” school emotional breakdown I’m sure.
Mommies and daddies alike will be putting on their brave faces and smiling proudly as they wave goodbye to their little cherubs.
Gone are the finger biscuits, closet monsters and security blankets.
To stay for years to come is books, stationary and parent/teacher meetings.
An education is what we have offered our children and one day the tears and emotions will be nothing but a distant memory.
So like the adults we have become, we get up, make breakfast, pack lunches, ensure the school bag actually has school equipment inside and off we go to do the “drop off.”
I am left wondering though, if this is the emotional roller coaster called Grade One, how will I ever survive Grade 12?
One day at a time mommies, one day at a time.
