Heyy Mama,
I see you.
Your alarm went off this morning. Or your baby woke you. Or you haven’t been to sleep. Or you’re just getting off work. No matter what your morning looked like, you realized another school year is over. You beam with pride. You both made it through another year. No matter the grades, awards, teams, the school year is over and you feel some relief. You also feel a small piece of you desperate to go back to the start of the year when they were a little shorter, there shoes a little smaller, they’re steps were a little more in line with yours and you had just a little more time.
The end of a school year always feels so final. I don’t see k-12 as chapters but as a whole book each their own, in a series. All the fun of finishing that book, but now the suspense waiting for the next one to come out. wishing you could go back and read the previous ones for the first time again.
My son will be a 5th grader, my daughter a freshmen, and my oldest daughter a senior at the end of today, while I sit at home holding my newborn baby girl. It’s an overwhelming realization to see all these phases of life at once. Excited to meet the next version of them all while missing the old versions of not only them but of myself too. The emotions circle your head. Happiness, sadness, excitement, guilt, pride, worry. Oh, the worry. I anxiously ordered bulletproof backpack inserts last night. For some, their children didn’t see the last day of school this year. How absolutely heartbreaking. It makes mothers around the world cry. If I could physically reach those families to hug them I would. If there was a way to help mend there hearts I would. Just know all of us mamas see you, our hearts and prayers are pouring out to you.
I didn’t get a picture of my kids before school this morning. My baby was nursing, my oldest rushed out to meet her entire class for breakfast and I just told them all I loved them as they ran out. I didn’t pack healthy lunches 5 days a week, my son had mismatched socks more than he didn’t, not all there grades were honor roll, I didn’t prepare breakfast most mornings and they didn’t go the whole year getting along with all the other students but we made it. I hope I’m not the only one feeling like this. With Instagram, Pinterest, Facebook. Everyone else seems to have it so together. I want to be that person but I’m just not, so to all of you mamas…
No matter how you started your morning happy, tired, sad, excited, working, sick, or grieving the day is going to end. Time will go forward. I want you to know mama, I see you, my hearts with you. Feel all those feels you got going on, the good, the bad, and the ugly. It’s ok. You did a great job this year mama. The book may be written but the story isn’t over. Here’s to summer.
Heyy Mama 