They look so big yet so little. Part of me wants to scoop them up and rock them like babies, hold them in my arms and keep them close forever. The other part wants and needs to push them out of the nest and help them fly.
One of my littles thrives in relationships. People are her fuel. Friends make her tick. She’s is smart and works really hard to be a good student. She fakes confidence regardless of the situation and puts her gymnast stoic persona on. My other little has the ability to connect with others and uses his empathy and old soul to make adults love him. He gives out hugs like we give out candy on Halloween. He is smart and when he is interested in something he crushes it. On the other hand, he gets nervous about school starting because he thinks of what he’s not awesome at (in his case it is writing) and lets emotions override his logic. He worries about what he’s not good at. As a mom, I want to make it as easy as I can for them, but also KNOW I have to push them out of their comfort zones and show them what a growth mindset looks like and allow them to make mistakes along the way so they can learn and grow.
I have to admit I face similar feelings as we meet the teachers. I feel overwhelmed too; it is like social anxiety sets in. I have forms to fill out, two classes to be in at one time, new families to welcome to our school, school spirit wear to buy, and old friends to say hi to and catch up with…all the while, I worry too. Have I done enough to prepare my kids for 4th grade? Do they have all their school supplies? Will their teacher educate their brains and nurture their souls? Do I have their extracurricular activities lined up? Carpools set? What time will I need to have alarms set? What will I send with them for lunches? When will we do homework? Will we need tutors?
It’s my job as a mama to cultivate independence and create confidence through experiences, so I have to make the deliberate choice to support my kids through love and through letting go. I know there is no perfection in motherhood or in life. There is a little voice inside my head that says everything is going to be awesome, and another little voice that starts to question, what if? Mamas, I believe that my place in this world is to help these little humans become polite, kind and respectful. I hope that I do that through the example I set through my own personal actions because “they say” your children learn from what you do, not what you say. My job is to provide them with all that I can to create opportunities. At the end of the day, they have to walk through the doors. They have to choose their path. They have to make the conscious decision to be their best selves. They will likely stumble, just like we do. I will be there to help dust off the dirt and help them re-focus when they get off the path.
I am going to encourage them and YOU, my friends. We are in this together. We can do this. We are strong, powerful, smart, and we are chosen to be theirs. We will do this. Now, let’s go pour a big glass of courage (water, wine, coffee, whatever it may be) and remember to believe in yourself and go get after it. xo