August 27, 2013 by themommahen
Today H#2 went to school all by himself for the first time. His big sister was sick (it’s Day 10 of the school year, so of course there’s already icky stuff going around), and I was all ready for a struggle this morning, but he surprised me and went with no issue or complaint.
When I picked him up, he told me all about his day, which I love. It sometimes takes us 15 minutes to get out of the parking lot because he’s so excited to tell me every little detail. I have to beg him not to empty his backpack in the car to show me all the contents from the day. I know how lucky I am to be able to hear it all fresh and first-hand, so I don’t complain.
Today he had a problem though, and it was one I remember from when H#1 went to kindergarten. He couldn’t swing on the school playground. There was no one there to push him, of course.
I made a split-second decision to go to a nearby park so he could learn how to swing by himself. I wasn’t leaving until he got it.
So maybe I would’ve left if it had taken a long time, but it took about five minutes, and before either of us realized it, he was pumping his legs and leaning back and forth, pushing himself higher and higher.
I’d add this to my resume under results-oriented, but it’s his accomplishment and not mine. It was a good reminder during this back to school season that sometimes our job as parents is to help them fly on their own. And then let them own it.