Sometimes I just feel so happy that I have a Blog.
I then proceeded into my car with my little one, who was next on the camp drop-off list. He was just so proud to finally have a big boy camp to call his own. So funny how our children need and experience things so differently. So as I walked him into his camp, he too found his best friend, gave him a hug, sat next to him, backpack glued to his back, and gave me a huge smile. I hugged and kissed him, and waived goodbye. He smiled back, and the last words he said to me were, I wuv dis camp, Mommy. I turned around for the second time, and again, those damn flood gates.
And I'm still not sure why I cry. Maybe it's separation anxiety. Maybe it's new beginnings. Maybe because it's so bittersweet them needing me less, and becoming more and more independent. Maybe it's the letting go. It just felt like a huge moment. Like when you realize that your babies are growing up, and sometimes at certain moments, with all their schtick, you love the little person staring back at you, and feel grateful for their accomplishments and milestones. You feel a sense of pride. And all of a sudden, the desire for them to be the best athlete, or the smartest kid goes out the window. And instead, seeing a happy, well rounded, thriving kid just making memories, is what it's totally all about.
So, I just got off the phone with the camps. Both boys are having a ball. I'm still crying. What the hell is the matter with me?
Maybe it's because I realized if they're getting older, shit, then so am I.
Waaaaaahhh!!!!!!
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