My oldest child JUST left for his first day of kindergarden today, and Dave and I kept saying, "How did we get here?" How did that sweet little baby we brought home from the hospital grow into this smart, observant, kindhearted, little man? I knew this day was coming, but it was hard to hand over my boy whom has only ever been babysat for short periods of time by close family and friends to complete strangers every. single. day.(His teacher seems very nice, by the way:)). He was so excited, but I left feeling a little heart broken. I have many great memories from being in school, and I know that he will have so many great experiences there. But it is the end of an era. Having all my kids at home, and I couldn't help but be nostalgic and think back on those golden years of being together, all day. I feel like today I got a little taste of what people mean when they say, "Enjoy every minute, they grow up so fast."
Monday night both boys and Oaklyn and I were given Father's blessing by their Dad. My Dad used to give us one at the beginning of every school year, and it was my favorite back-to-school tradition. A blessing is a special prayer where a servant of the lord uses his priesthood to call upon the the powers of heaven to benefit the person being blessed. It was a great way for me to feel peace, comfort and receive counsel about this very important change in our family life. I know God cares about even the smallest details of our lives, and wants to give us peace.
Landon was so excited about going to kindergarden that I know it was probably only hard on me, since he is so ready for this change. I gave him a hug and then walked out of the room, paused at the door to look back and say good-bye again, but he barely looked up from his coloring page to smile and wave to say good bye. I love that boy! I am not going to lie, I shed a few tears in that hallway on the LONG walk back to the car and Easton did too. He is going to miss his best friend. We went for doughnuts to console ourselves. Easton asked me why we were having doughnuts for a snack. I just told him it was a doughnut kind of day.:)
I have been told that part of being a parent is learning to forever have your heart beat outside your body. It is hard to let them go, and know you can't protect them from everything...But I am learning to live with that fact, and even embrace it.
Funny story, picking Landon up from school did NOT go as smoothly as the drop off. I am usually a very on time person, but lost track of time and was late picking him up for his first day of kindergarden...Yup, not my finest moment! I may have broken some speed limits driving to pick him up. I am pretty sure my 3 year old has never seen me drive like that. When I arrived, about 10 minutes late, I apologized profusely to his teacher and she said that she just thought I didn't know that they had changed when Kindergarden ended to 11:30...11:30! What?!? I told her that I did not know that they changed the time, which now put me 25 minutes late picking my child up for his FIRST DAY OF KINDERGARDEN. Honestly, it all felt like one of those dreams where you accidentally go to school in your pjs. I envisioned a very traumatized Landon. His teacher took me to Landon, who was in the office, and was reading books with the principal...I was THAT late. I hugged him, asked about his day. Apologized a few HUNDRED more times to his teacher, and headed out to the car. When we got in the car, I said, "Sorry for being late to pick you up Landon" He just shrugged his shoulders and replied, "It was fun, I got to read books with the principal!" "Yup you did buddy. You sure did." Looks like he wasn't too scarred by the ordeal. I am sure we gave Landon's teacher a super good first impression. But it just goes to show that this whole school thing is way more traumatic for us than for them. :)
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