Today I dropped off my oldest daughter for her first day of kindergarten. It was so hard to hold back the tears, but I did it (though I did blubber like a baby all the way home). As I sit here now, I have no regrets. I spent every second of her first five years with her. No work, no pre-school. Just us. Many thought I was crazy. Some told me I was making the wrong choice, but I knew in my heart the only one who could raise a kind, well-adjusted, bright and loving child was me, her mother (and her daddy too, of course).
The house is quieter now. It’s just me and my three year old. She misses her big sister and I miss my little girl. After we dropped my oldest off, we met with other mothers at a coffee shop for some emotional support. As I sat there with my youngest, another mother literally gasped when I said my 3 year old wasn’t going into pre-school. She said to me “Well, that’s too bad.” Can you believe it? But in my heart, I was smiling, knowing that I get two uninterrupted years with my little one. I’ve hit the jackpot.
Thank you for being my “surrogate mom” and the one I have looked to for strength and advice for ten years. You’ve shaped the way I raise my kids and love my husband, who is an amazing and strong father. I definitely chose wisely.
A thousand thank yous,