As we dive into another school year and another year of schedules and lunches and bedtimes and breakfasts, I have watched as moms everywhere are sad about sending their littles off to school. Snuggles and cuddles and all of that stuff, people are feeling their feelings.
But in recent conversations with friends, I was surprised to see that I am not really that sad. Am I broken?
I talked with another friend about being in the same boat and she says she gets it. She also sent her last little birdie into school full-time. The nest is temporarily empty during the day and dare I say…I feel….freedom?
We talked about the fact that perhaps it is because we work from home. The physical space from our home is everything – work, play, family, and more. When our home life is chaos or busy or loud, so is every other area of our life because it all revolves around the same physical space.
Someone asked me recently what I planned to do with my free time? I plan to do all the work I wasn’t able to do with all the craziness in our house.
In the seasons of life, I am wistful – because it is the passage of time and the reminder that these angels are not the small babies I brought home from the hospital and that time flies when you’re having all the fun. But I’m also excited to enter a new stage of life with these handsome boys. To reclaim the house that seems to be in a constant state of piles and stacks. To complete meal prepping and empty cabinets and tackle those house projects I’ve been meaning to do.
But don’t worry, I’ve been warned. That I won’t really have as much time as I think I do, that projects will still remain unfinished and in flux, that life will still march on with a different kind of chaos. And I’m eager to see what that looks like.
As I usher these critters off to school today, I am OH SO HAPPY that they are going to a place where they will be loved and cared for and where they will fill their minds with all new things.
And I’m okay with admitting I’m not sad. I do not love my kids any less because I don’t spend the first day of school covered in leftover Kleenex boxes and running mascara (I don’t wear makeup anyways…) I am excited for them. I am excited for me.*
And this is just a simple message from me to you that it’s okay if you’re not sad too. Because these are exciting times, my friends.
You just may finally be able to watch that Netflix series in peace.
Because when they’re home? It’s back to a chaotic houseful of love.
*I should also totally mention that it’s 100% okay if you are sad or wistful or crying or nervous or happy or sad. Feeling all the feelings. You do you, I’ll do me, and that’s the way to be.