The First Day of the New School Year

First Day of School
The First Day of School

I’m sitting here in the living room, The Golden Girls playing in the background, knowing I should be in bed sleeping but I can’t.  There’s too much going through my head.  Today is the first day of school for the younger three kids and the day we move the oldest one in to her dorm.  Gosh, where does the time go?

It feels like only yesterday the nurse was placing Miss 17 in my arms.  I remember sitting there staring at her.  There was no fear or feelings of insecurity, instead I was overwhelmed by a sense of awe.  I couldn’t believe this precious little person had come from me.  Two years later, I was doubly blessed with my twins.  Still, I didn’t feel like it was too much.  But two years later when baby number 4 came along?  Yep, I was ready to throw in the towel.

But we’ve survived.  Yes, we’ve had ups and downs.  There’ve been times when I’ve thought If I get in the car and just keep driving, will anyone miss me?  I also had moments when I’d just lock myself in the bathroom and cry.  But I had many more times when I’d hold my stomach and literally laugh until it hurt at the silliness of my babies.  Those are the realities of being a mom.

So today I sit, knowing that I’m turning one of my babies lose to find her own way and preparing three others to leave the nest someday.  I know that each time they leave our home, they’ll experience new and exciting things.  And I know that we’ve equipped them to handle most of what life will throw at them.

When the kids were little, I used to tell them that God handpicked each and every one of them to come live with me because He knew we’d be good for each other.  I thank Him for knowing and trusting me enough to raise Miss 17, Miss and Mr 15 and Miss 14.

  • K. Rock

    Just beautiful. You have a lovely group there. I know mine must get older but I am at the point where I want to freeze them in time.

    • Thank you.  I feel the same way.  There are times now where I just want everything to stop.  I don’t want anyone to leave, grow up, go to school, just stay right where they are.

  • What a beautiful post! It really is hard to imagine my little babies ever getting older, but when I look back at how little Ariana is… and remember when Phoenix was that little, it’s just hard to believe! Congrats on having such a big & beautiful family! Becoming a mother of two gives me a whole new respect for all mothers… especially those with… more than two! I don’t know how you do it! 

    • Lisa, I know.  I can’t even look at the kids baby books anymore because I get all teary eyed.  They’re all now taller than I am.  It’s  kinda heart breaking.  Trust me, one day you’re gonna look around and realize that you’ve adapted to two babies and you won’t remember when or how.  It’ll feel like it was always like that.

  • dwija borobia

    Oh my….got me all choked with this one, mama!  Hugs!!

    • Thank you.  I’m telling you, Dweej, being a mom has been so much fun and I truly thank God for trusting me with them.

  • Wow and my son is two, I just can’t imagine dropping him off at his dorm room just yet. But that’s ok, I have to get thru the first day of kindergarten first without becoming a mess. Hang in there. I’m certain your kids are thankful for all the mom things you’ve done for them over the years and all those precious moments you’ve had holding them and letting them grow. 🙂

    • I know, when you’re looking at them as little people it’s hard to imagine them all grown up and moving out on their own.  Truth?  When I look at my daughter, all I see is a toddler in a dorm.  Same with the other three ~ they’ll always be my babies.

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