Thursday, August 25, 2011
first day done.
i walked them to school and deposited them in their classrooms and only cried the minute my feet crossed the street for the long, lonely walk home.
we are 8 years of first days at this point-- and i've cried for every one.
of course i want them to go to school, of course i want them to be out of the house and be apart from them for 7 hours of the day. but when i turn to go, i can't help but wonder what comes next, the minute i leave, and what will [mainly my boy] be thinking about all day? what will he do?
summer consists of a controlled environment (it is chaos in it's most base form, sure), but it is controlled by me. the children orbit around me, and need me, and look to me for everything. and though maddening almost every single day, it's the shift that's so disconcerting: if they need me for everything at home, how will they do it out there alone?
needless worries, because they do it. and they do it splendidly. and moreover, they thrive.
(it's just that me and the liddles sort of miss them...)