The Long Walk to Kindergarten

The Long Walk to Kindergarten

I dropped my baby off at Kindergarten this morning. And y’all.  I cried.  Which I know isn’t surprising in and of itself, all moms cry when they drop off their babies, right? But this time, it was different. This time, my tears were a mix of nostalgia and excitement and a “we-finally-did-it” relief. Five years ago ago, I dropped my first baby off for kindergarten.  After I pulled out of the school parking lot, I had to pull over the car because I was sobbing so hard that I couldn’t drive home.  I was nostalgic, yes, because Joey had grown up so fast and he was so sweet and precious and full of hope.  But my mama heart also felt so worried for him.  So protective.  I remember watching him walk into those big double doors and having to resist the urge to chase after him, to follow him down that hallway on the long walk to his classroom.  What if he never found his classroom or his teacher?  Would he make friends?  Would he be able to eat his lunch?  And what if some big fifth grader picked on him on the playground? I was also a raging mess of exhausted hormones that day, having spent the 104th straight night up with my three-month-old desperately looking for a way to get the child to sleep.  That morning had been a whirlwind of craziness.  After hours of rocking that baby boy to sleep, he had finally dozed off just as the sun started to rise.  And so, as Joey downed his first-day-of-Kindergarten pancakes, I carried my still-sleeping three-year-old to...
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