Every time the boys begin a new school year, I have serious adjustment issues. That’s right, it’s ME that has the issues not them. This year was even more challenging because I realized I was going to genuinely miss them. Usually, I’m so ready for quiet, that it takes me a several weeks to start missing them. Not so this time. I missed them as soon as I dropped them off.
As I pulled our truck into the school drop-off lane for their first day, they could barely contain themselves. They were both adamant that I was not to walk them in (a knife in the heart would hurt less!). They tumbled out as quickly as possible and barely even threw me a glance as they raced toward their school. And, just like that they were…gone.
I realized that it isn’t that I fear their independence, though it certainly humbles me, it’s more that I fear the freedom that this independence affords me. If I am needed less, where does this extra time and energy go?
I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to find out.
Have a great school year everyone!