I have the rare treat of getting my heart beat up, not one, but TWO separate times. (Please note the sarcasm.) It has been said that being a parent feels like watching your heart walk around outside your body...so does being a military spouse. (More on that tomorrow)
This morning we were awakened 5 minutes before the alarm went off by an extremely excited 5 year old. Our little String Bean was so excited about her first day of school she woke up...early...on her own....because she "didn't want to be late for school." (!) :)
|String Bean and her backpack|
After the morning routine of feeding, cleaning, and dressing the natives that keep me smiling and exhausted; all 5 of us piled into the "Big Car" and took String Bean to school. (Hallelujah! Her school starts at 10!) She was thrilled beyond words - not even a trace of nervousness. I, however, was inwardly fretting myself to death. After packing and re-packing her lunch....and worrying about if she had enough food....or too much....or if it was strange and would cause her to be made fun of.....I realized I AM THAT MOTHER.
You know, the mom who can't let go of her baby? The one who looks at her big 5 year old child walking into a classroom and wonders if she'll remember......fill in the blank? You know the mom who has raised her child to be independent and capable - and is thrilled the child actually IS those things - but still has a bit of a sore heart as she watches the tiny baby that brought the gift of motherhood into her life step into the Great Big world? That mom? Well, That Mom is Me.
I really did fine. No tears. No lump in my throat. Just smiles and pride that my little girl is growing up.
|Jumping Bean all dressed up|
Until we had been gone an hour (Having a WONDERFUL time with Jumping Bean and Chilly Bean), and Jumping Bean said "I think we can go get Canaan now."
I felt the exact same way.
After we picked String Bean up from school - 4 WHOLE HOURS later - we returned home and heard all about her amazing day. She truly had the best time ever. EVER.
As My Love and I sat down with her, hearing all about every minute detail, we were thrilled to know it had gone so very well. Then I reiterated to her what else was happening today.
My Love is deploying. Until the end of the year.
We will get to take him to the airport late tonight, hug him, kiss him, and leave him. He will not come home with us. He will go and do his job.
String Bean sat very still, then she crawled into my lap, and sobbed.
When I asked her what she loves most about Daddy she said, "Everything."
I feel the exact same way.