You were dreading this day.
You’ve spent time nearly every day with these two guys since conception. 10 weeks on bed rest in the hospital and at my parents trying to make sure that they were in long enough to come out healthy. You rocked as a pregnant mom although I know it wasn’t always fun.
Today, you watched them go off to the big school for the first time. You cried less than you thought you would because they were, for lack of a better phrase, going crazy in the house. Perhaps that was God’s way of lessening the blow.
But after they piled in the car, you got a little sweetly weepy. Your sweet boys heading off.
Not only were they going to school for the first time, but they would be in separate classes for the first time ever. They’ve had each other to lean on and play with since they were jockeying for position in your belly.
But it’s time. It’s time for them to figure out what they are, ever so slowly, apart from each other. They are excited, yet obviously a little nervous.
You’ve prepared them more than you realize. You’ve been (and are) a wonderful mom to them. You’ve been able to relate to them and their quirks. You’ve given them fun adventures and have even helped me be a better Dad to them.
You’ve done well Ma. You’ve done well.