Yesterday evening was back to school night. I wasn’t exactly looking forward to the chaos that usually ensues at these things, but it had to be done. Since picture day was also yesterday, I was already tired and feeling particularly moody.
We get to the school, and it was surprisingly empty. We went to my daughter’s 2nd grade class first to see her teacher and learn about this year’s curriculum. As time went on and her teacher began talking about how my girl is doing, I couldn’t help but to feel an overwhelming sense of pride come over me.
Pride is a sin, but when it comes to my children it’s just automatic. My daughter’s teacher mentioned that she is growing at a very advanced level academically. It felt good to hear, especially since I always try to encourage reading and creativity with all of my children.
Next we went to my son’s class. This is his first year in school and it has been an adjustment, but he really loves Kindergarten and his teacher. He was much more enthusiastic than his sister to show me around his classroom, “Mama, this is where I sit!” and “Mama, this is my work!”…his entire face would light up with each presentation, and it made me feel much less moody.
Being a mother is the greatest thing I have ever accomplished. Do these kids drive me up the wall? Oh yes, of course! But they do something else to me too, and those feelings I can barely put into words. Back to school night was another reminder that my little babies are not so little anymore. Time is moving too fast and the years are flying by; I’m just glad I can keep them with me a bit longer.