I've spent the last few weeks fighting the urge to impart last bits of wisdom to Jack about anything and everything that I can think of. You know . . . thoughts on making friends, resisting peer pressure and not dating a girl who doesn’t consider modesty a virtue.
You know . . . the real
I know it’s only Kindergarten, but this stage . . . this pre-school stage .
. . it’s over. I never thought that I’d be THAT parent . . . the one that
stresses over Kindergarten. I so badly want my kids to be independent and confident, and I didn't think I'd approach Jack's first year of school fighting the urge to not let him get out of the car tomorrow.
I cannot believe that I’ve been a mom for five years. I cannot believe
that I’m sending a child to Kindergarten. I cannot believe that one of my
children will spend so much time away from me every day. I’ve found
myself reconsidering homeschooling. I’ve wondered if we should wait a year.
I've spent much of the last two months hoping that we've done enough and getting down on myself for the games of Candyland I said "no" to and the books I didn't read.
I know, I know . . . drama, drama, drama.
Tonight, I was talking with him about what he was most excited about for tomorrow. I asked him if he was scared at all. He replied, "No. But I know there are probably other kids who are." As we talked about the kids who are nervous (and I suspect he is a little too, but won't admit it), I was struck by his ability to see outside himself. I love how compassionate and kind he is.
Then it hit me: We did that. Well, not totally. Some of it is surely innate. But Kyle and I are also responsible for who this incredible little boy has become . . . and I think we've done a good job. Have we done enough? I don't know. I do know, however, that the grace of God has filled in where we've fallen short. We're really good parents.
As I've reflected on all of these things, I became thankful for my job's flexibility that has allowed me to spend so much time with him. The late nights and early mornings of work suddenly seem like a small price to pay to have been there for so much of his time at home. I'm thankful for the incredible babysitters we've had to fill in the other times. I'm thankful for a husband who loves his kids so well and takes as much responsibility with the kids as I do, never just assuming that their care is "my job."
Jack starts Kindergarten tomorrow and Ben starts preschool next week. My babies are growing up.