|They say this is their rock star look. They all have guitars on their shirts.|
I’m supposed to be happy about this. I work hard to help my kids see school as an exciting privilege.
Couldn’t they miss me a little?
Nope. I’m gonna be excited for them and wait patiently for the school day to end so I can hear all about the fun.
I’ve decide and so it will be.
I didn’t shed any tears. My heart was nearing explosive levels of excitement and joy for each of my littles. But no tears! I think tears in the past have been about regret.
Regretting the quality time I didn’t spend with my kids when I could have. Knowing that I could’ve done better but now, even if I wanted too, I couldn’t get that time back. No tears this time because I choose to find joy in this journey.
Change is alright. It can even be great once in a while.
So here I am at another fork in my road. Now What?
I’ll be the one
outside the school with my face pressed against the fence waiting to see those sweet faces. (It’s o.k. I’m a mom not a pervert)