One day. Two lighter.
The oldest to kindergarten.
The middlest to pre-school. Like, 4 full-mornings a week, pre-school.
All the anticipation, excitement, anxiety, and preparation. And just like that, the moment was here and gone.
Not a tear was shed by them or us {mama was likely all cried out}. In fact, neither one even turned around to see if we were still there.
They were too excited about what was ahead to look back.
And as their mama, I had to be thankful for that.
When they don’t look back because they’re ready to move forward, I have to have a peace about that. And while It feels a little like an ending in a way… Because so much will forever be different… It’s only a different beginning. That’s pretty cool, I think. This. This is the good stuff.
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