July 24, 2011 by themommahen
Kindergarten starts in a month. I’m not sure who’s more anxious about it, me or Hatchling #1. Of course, I don’t let her know that, because my job is to allay her fears and tell her of course she’ll make friends and for sure she will love it, just like she loved her old school in Chicago. But I don’t worry about those things — that’s not where my spring of sentimentality bubbles from. No, I am just becoming exceedingly aware of how her journey is beginning. A journey that will lead her away from us, sometimes in small steps, sometimes with long jumps, sometimes with slammed doors (noooooo, not my daughter!) and somewhere down the road, might even lead her far from home, similar to my own journey. I can only hope that the paths she chooses will be ones that lead her back home, back to us, on a regular basis. This is where the true test of parenting starts, right? With the first tentative steps out into the “real world,” to places I can’t go with her; trusting (and hoping) that we lay the right foundation.