"If you bungle raising your children, I don't
think whatever else you do well matters
very much." Jackie Onassis
They're so small when they're born.
In your eyes they're not that
much bigger when you send them off
that first day.
Tiny and pretty much untainted.
If only they could stay that way.
But today you're both facing reality,
and on many levels that's a good thing.
Face it, you're ready for some ALONE time.
Even if you have more wee ones at home,
this is one less.
If this is the last of the brood to go, you
are now in for GENUINE alone time.
If it's for half-day kindergarten, a few
precious hours are yours.
The rest of you now have this luxury of
Is that why you're crying?
Because you don't know what you're going
to do with all that time?
Or are you crying for your little one, or
crying because he is and you are used to
doing everything together?
Maybe this child is fifteen,
and your tears are tears of freedom! and joy.
I don't blame you.
In fact, I used to call that first day of school
Thanksgiving. And I gave monumental thanks.
This is what children are born to do.
Be torn from your maternal side
and thrust onto the bus that carries them
a hundred miles away to a place that
literally schools them in life.
Home will come new words, new phrases,
(some they even they don't know the meaning of-- just ask me)
and a brand new cold that is affectionately given to you.
You could say school is a lot like travel.
It broadens their horizons and makes
them yearn for more.
As for you, it gives you a chance to think about
WHO you were before they came howling into your life.
This is a chance to reclaim that you and improve upon it.
So Mom, I say cry all you want.
And then rejoice.
Because now the entire world gets to experience
your bundle of joy and become
a better place because of it!
Here's to the first day of school,
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