Almost like the idea that everyone goes through this and everyone has gone to Kinder and none of this is special...but then you say, fuck that, it totally is because I am going through this right now and this is MY kid who is going to Kinder so it's a really big gigantic deal.
That's how I felt about the first day of Kindergarten.
This crazy big idea in my head how this is the start of potentially everything - first loves, first heartbreaks, best friends and the cataloging of memories. I want to be a fly in the wall in the classroom; I want to watch when the lunch bell rings and the doors open - I want to see what he does and who he gravitates toward.
A huge swelling of emotion that is so much more about these big subconscious steps toward the person he is and the person he will be.
I am dying to see who he will become while mourning the loss of his babe years that already seem so far away. Such an odd feeling. Something I did not expect.
Go Kinder Go. Go the first day of so many firsts. Be the anti-bully. Be someone's hero. Be the outsider because you stick to your guns. Be the gentleman. Always be you.
Your mom loves you xx
It's not very often we get this whole parenting thing "right". I know I work a lot...and have been traveling TOO much this past month. We don't have set bedtimes, or rigorous dinner schedules - or even a kitchen for that matter right now. As two working parents we do the best we can. And I have to think, that THAT is good enough.
I care that he grows up a gentleman. I care that he stands up to bullies and never becomes one. I care that he respects all things - that he sees the beauty in the world and wants to do something to protect it.
I don't care much about late school night dinners or wiping him down with baby wipes when we don't have time for a shower (...).
It's these little wins that make me content. Late night impromptu pizza parlor dinners with quarters spent on teeny plastic dogs, me eating Nate's meatball sandwich when i ordered a salad, and Captain conking out on my lap when he's had enough.
This is what i rush home for. This is what I'll remember.