With my second and last child, I know myself so much better. It was my son that was getting on the bus this morning; it was not my self-worth or who I knew myself to be getting on that bus. I had 6 ½ years between my two boys and in that time I was able to discover parts of myself that were distinct from the “mother” piece of me. Anyone who knows me sees pretty quickly that I am a mom first but I am also a scientist, cook, educator, author and creator.
I knew what to expect when Bryan got on that bus this morning. With Kyle, the unknown was far worse as my imagination took me places that I would never want him to go. I knew when I sent Bryan off this morning that he was going into a vault of security, to a school where I would have little contact and very little knowledge of his activities each day. The only glimpses I will get, is what he chooses to tell me. He will be influenced both positively and negatively by the people he meets and the situations he finds himself in.
Knowing that I can no longer keep him protected from harm in my nest is the hardest part. and it is with this sadness that I will sit and have a cup of tea this morning while I honor all that I am and pat myself on the back for doing a great job- raising a child who is not only ready but super excited to be going off to school. For me the hardest part of parenting is in letting my child go to be who he is going to be, even if I may not be ready to do so. Won’t you join me in a cup of tea?