Twelve year ago, I was blessed to become a mom for the first time to a tiny little baby girl. Weighing in at just over 4 pounds, she was the teeniest baby that I had seen. She was perfect, beautiful and brought a level of completion to my life that I didn’t know existed. I had no idea how much you could instantly love a human being that you had never before laid eyes on. Kyra is truly that. She is a sweetheart to the core and is truly loved by everyone.
Last year was a great year for me as I went back to work. It eased my heart that if I did have to go back to work, that I had my children with me for the most part. I had a great time meeting up with Kyra during lunch. I took for granted that she would write the lunch menu on my board. She would organize my room to be ready for the school day. As a second grade teacher, the organization of popcicle sticks is crucial to the smooth running of a classroom.
This year, I had to let her go and I WAS NOT READY. She is still rather tiny for her age. She still seems like a little girl. I can not believe that she has gotten to the age where she is moving onwards and upwards to greater things.
She was thrilled to begin her new journey of seven classes, lockers, and gym class where you change into pre-approved attire. For the first time in years, she is walking home from school. Well, loosely speaking of course, she walks to my school.
It is hard for me to keep on top of it as well. I am used to being able to walk upstairs and talk to her teacher to see how she is doing. Now I have to make an appointment. I worry about her. Junior high is tough. It was a struggle for me to adapt to junior high when I was her age.
I am really enjoying watching my children grow and progress… I am trying to let myself be ok with the fact that they are growing up.