The night before school started I painted my girls’ nails a perfect shade of pink, wrapped my heart around them extra tight, and said goodnight “just one more time.”
Then, I waited.
I waited for their whispers and giggles and I just can’t waits! to fade into the sleepy sighs of childhood.
And finally, they did.
Ever-so-quietly I laid out their clothes, matched their ribbons, and wrote their sweet nothings.
In the darkest of hours when I felt ready, my mind swirled with paperwork and supplies, backpacks and shoelaces, meals and snacks.
And my heart, it beat for loose teeth and crossed streets, old hugs and new smiles, long days and good byes.
Eventually, my tired eyes won and my worries gave way to sleep.
In the morning, just as a slice of sunshine hit the windows, the girls danced into the day with their shoulders back and smiles wide.
So I paused and looked and instantly knew- they were ready. And so was I.
Because as much as I ache to hold onto my babies, I am ever so wow-ed by my girls.
The day went by surprisingly fast and at pick up time, I was surprisingly early.
I stood and waited and searched and when I found their eyes, when they called and ran and laced their fingers with mine-I breathed them in. Twice.
That’s just what our Mothering Hearts do, isn’t it?
We lose sleep, gain worries, and shed tears until that space is full. And then, we breathe- and, in this case, let the new year come in.
Watch out Kindergarten and second grade- here they come!
I’m linking up to
Mama Kat’s pretty much world famous Writer’s Workshop.