Well, it's official. My firstborn is in elementary school. He has started a long, wonderful journey that (I hope) will culminate in him becoming an adult and setting out on his own and he doesn't even know it.
When he went for the first time, he was so excited that he practically bounded into school. The halls were full of children, exclaiming over books in the library and art on the walls, and he seemed to just absorb the enthusiasm. I didn't get sad or weepy--probably because my main concern for the preceding 24 hours had been that baby girl would fuss through the drop-off process and distract us all from the major moment happening in her brother's life. That didn't happen (she stayed asleep in the carrier on my chest), and I was so relieved by the freedom to enjoy Big Brother that it never occurred to me to be anything but happy. Maybe the emotions will catch up when I no longer have a newborn.
And so it's happened. There's a really big boy in our house. A full blown child. And I'm so proud of him.
Things on other fronts have not been quite so smooth--perhaps that is obvious from my silence in this space. I am slowly learning that life only feels like it's really out of control when one is desperately trying to grab hold of control. I hope that at some point I'll be able to report that I'm trusting the only One who can truly handle it. For now, we're trying to take deep breaths, cherish sleep and time together when we get it, and enjoy the benefits of the slow, still time at home that is required by a family with a precious new baby.
I hope you're well!