Since the day I gave birth to my first child 8 years ago, I have become such and emotional weirdo. I cry at the strangest moments...not a sad cry, but I just cry about random stuff. Here is what happened this morning....
All year long I have taken my 2 oldest kids to school each morning. Abby quickly kisses me good-bye and runs off happily to her friends. Caleb still likes me to walk him down to his waiting area and wants me to hang out a little bit until he is comfortable. This requires me to park, get the baby out of the car, wait in line at the office, check in, and get my "admission" sticker. All year long I have been gently trying to get him to go in by himself and be a big boy. This morning, out of the blue, I walked them up to the front doors of the school like every morning. I hardly got my foot in the front door when he kisses me, tells me he loves me, and then runs in all by himself!!!!!! This moment I had been waiting for all year makes me cry and makes me a little sad. He's getting bigger...he's pulling away.
I was fine until the very nice teacher who always greets us at the front door says "(Gasp)" while holding her heart "Oh My gosh....Mrs. Smith...he did it by himself! Does that make you want to cry?"
"A little bit" I sniff as a tear makes it's way to the surface.
"Me too, and I'm not even his mom."
That made me feel so much better, but even as I sit and type this, my eyes are becoming wet as I picture my
little big guy, happily walking towards his independence.