I’m No Longer A Mother of Preschoolers
My last little bird has graduated from preschool. Ethan sang some sweet songs and batted his eyelashes today at his Martin Luther Preschool graduation. He’s getting to be such a big kid, and yet, since he is the youngest, he is such a baby.
I’m not sure how I feel about this new life stage. I love the independence my boys now have. I love seeing them all interact with each other. I love how they really do enjoy the company of each other. But they need ME less each day. For a mama who wore her babies on her hip for at least a year and stayed within eyeshot for much longer, this is a big change. HUGE even.
Now I spend my time counting down for Summer even more than the kids do, because this is the time that I get them back, when I can spend time with them, when we can have adventures together. I get pretty selfish with that time. So much of it is taken up by scout camp and boy activities, when we get a chance to take a family hike, or even a quick overnighter, I jump on it. And some days, I just want to have time to sit on the couch and read with them, or work on a project, or even teach them to cook.
I know how quickly kids grow up. I witness it every day. Although there is so much joy in seeing them grow and develop into wonderful human beings, it is still a bittersweet process.
This motherhood thing, it is tough, but really, it’s not rocket science. You love the little boogers, and inevitably, they love you back…and often they give me much more than I think I deserve.