Friday, April 2, 2010

From yesterday...

My heart had a little trouble this morning, but my mind forced it to let go. It's a sad day, my little ones are growing up. The baby days are LONG gone (thankfully), but I LOVE - LOVE - the preschool and elementary ages. The clock of those days is slowing ticking by. As June makes it all too soon approach, I don't know where this last year has gone! Being part of such a wonderful elementary school community out in what we call "the country" will soon come to an end. All the days of cupcake baking and reading to kids, helping teachers in the classroom, going on field trips, hot dog days, and knowing what is going on from day to day in a small school have been a blessing, a place that feels safe and warm. The world of middle school looms upon my little boy. At least we've done it once, so it's not quite as scary for us.

Last night, the neighborhood boys all decided spring was here, and biking to school would begin. The 4 km ride has been done before, but with MOMMY!! So the brakes were checked and off they went leaving a part of my heart on the front step. My saving grace was his science project needed delivering, so I could come 20 min. later and make sure he had arrived in one piece. Should I be surprised that he had? I used to think, "oh once he's in grade 6, he can ride his bike to school, and save me the drive", but now that the day is here, I like our morning drive together, yes all 4 minutes of it.

3 comments:

"bigcanadiangirl" said...

I love that he can ride his bike to school. Sounds so carefree. I never could - it was way too far.

Randi said...

It's hard, isn't it? I hate the letting go ... although I still have a pile of kids to get there.

Sandra said...

I had no idea a pain like this even existed: so much pride in seeing them engage and change and BE, but I miss them so much. I'm not afraid (well...not today at least!), but I really like having them near. What will we do without them?

I say this after a week of having my cell phone within immediate grasp -- just in case the Boy who has spread his teenaged wings across a continent decides he needs his mum. He hasn't needed his mum, but he's been gracious in firing off a text now-and-then.

Two more sleeps until he comes home and I can silence the parts of my heart and mind that have been rambling thousands of miles back into their proper places in my body!