It was a memorable day. It was a day of milestones. It’s a day like this when I’m glad I’m keeping this blog. A record of the children and who they are and how they’re changing and who they are becoming. I was home from work today. It’s 10:30 PM right now so this will be brief but heartfelt.
Highlights of the First Half of the Day:
Highlights of the Rest of the Day:
great. We parked his bike and he did the same thing back at home. I said we should do this more often and I have a feeling we will. It was amazing. He is my boy.
with me since 1 PM and much of that was alone. I feel so bad for these kids. They are suffering already. I sat with them – scratched his back – held her hand, until they were both breathing deeply and lost to sleep.
I am tired; it is late. I don’t want these days to end. I don’t want it to get worse for them. There are so many glimpses of pure magic during the day with these kids. The boots. The smiles. The goofiness. The hugs. The wanting to help. The look of accomplishment. The drive to do things by themselves. I never want it to end.
Til tomorrow –
– Mama K
Mama In Motion™ 
Letting go is so hard-I have a hard time with this quite frequently and my daughter is eight. I remember the first day of nursery school. She was so excited. After she went in with her teacher I cried my eyes out in the car. When she started Kindergarten, she started taking the school bus! The first day i actually made my husband follow the bus to school so I could make sure she got into school OK(she did!). I cry (after she gets on the bus) every 1st day of school and my husband always asks why I’m crying. I say she’s growing up and one day she won’t need me. My husband reminds me that this is what’s supposed to happen-kids grow and become independant and isn’t this what we want? And of course they will still “need” us, but in a different way. So it is a credit to you that your son was able to walk into school on his own, and ride his bike solo- it means he is growing up and becoming his own person and has the confidence to venture out on his own a bit.
Great pics, BTW.
And thanks for using my recipe- I have a few more I’ll be sending soon.
Jeanette
Yes send those recipes! He is doing more and more now… we are taking different routes back and he is “sending me ahead” sooner in the trip. I love it. I put myself in his shoes and think about what it must feel like for him to be venturing out with these new learned skills. And to think I have three more to follow in their own way. I know that I am very lucky even though so many times its so hard.
Hey Amazing Mama, I LOVE the pic of Big Bro on bike with the palm trees. Awesome. Each day brings something new – you are so good at observing and documenting the beauty of the special moments. Yes, there will be tough times for the kids and you too, but remember there will also be joys even in the midst of it. You are doing such a great job helping the kids express their feelings and not try to numb or ignore them. In doing so you invite them to experience joy just as intensely as they do pain, and I know you pay attention and see these moments of joy. Trust that more of these will come too.
Thank you Julie! You are an amazing writer, by the way. You are very inspiring. You always make me feel good when I feel like shit. Thank you!!! It is getting easier for me. Things that I could not accept before (e.g., waking up to a quiet house) I am getting now. The thought of it is getting easier for me to grasp. I can see how it can be OK with them not having me around all of the time. And I can see how it is good for me to be OK with not having them with me all of the time. Because the reality is that they will NOT be with us all of the time. They ALL will grow and ALL will evolve into their own people. They are not extensions of ourselves or our property… they are individuals and meant to be separate, independent, adn strong. This is such a hard and long process but I’m getting there. It will get harder once the kids know and once the house splits – but hopefully by then my head and heart will be a bit stronger and more prepared for it. Thanks again for the kind words. It really means a lot.