This morning I watched the “Back to School” photos flood my newsfeeds. Mommas everywhere are breathing sighs of relief mingled with nostalgia and a twinge of sadness. Some are jumping for joy and others are crying as they drive off from dropping their babies at Kindergarten.
Y’all. I am having a moment. And I feel it’s worthy of both drawl and dramatics.
Because my world as I have known it is changing. My whole mothering gig is leveling up. And I’m pretty sure it’s going to get exponentially harder from here on out. Like maybe I’ve made it to the level with King Koopa on Mario. Only not. Because I’m pretty sure this will be way harder. And also the prize at the end has got to be a whole lot better.
This fall my oldest will get her driver’s permit and my youngest starts middle school. And so I sit here feeling all kerflummoxed. How did this even happen? Two seconds ago I was changing diapers and cutting PB&J’s into bite sized squares and managing temper tantrums and 7:30 p.m. bedtime routines. Or at least that’s how it feels. Also, it feels like I might be getting old.
When you charge into battle (not that parenting is a battlefield…mostly, until it is…I just needed a good illustration) and suddenly the enemy shifts and an infantry unexpectedly appears on the left flank armed to the hilt (or it could be a tween giving you the death stare), your general might make a strategic move to fall back and regroup (or mom might need to hide in the bathroom with some chocolate while she figures out what to do).
Read the rest at Middle Places…