It doesn't bother me that my kids are growing up. Seriously, I don't get weepy about it at all. I don't wish they would stay babies all of their lives or stop getting older. I enjoy watching them grow and learn every day. Yes, it happens quickly. Sometimes we don't even notice it. But I don't feel sad.
Monday was J's first day of junior high school. There was a lot of "newness" for him. It's a school outside of our local school board, so we have to take him to a common drop-off area where a chartered bus takes him to school. He is in a special sports program (in the baseball discipline) that we are all very excited about. Also, the school is French. All French. J did take French Immersion all through elementary school and his dad (and that whole side of the family) is French. But J is definitely more English. He was nervous about it. I was nervous for him! But he knows quite a few kids through school and baseball that are also enrolled in this program so it helped to know that he would have friends there. We also knew that this would really improve his French skills, which is so important in the area where we live. Anyway, he started on Monday and he really enjoyed it. I wasn't sad on Monday morning before he left. I was anxious, I couldn't (and still can't) believe that my little boy was already starting grade seven, but I was happy and excited. I feel proud of what he's accomplished and what Hubby and I have accomplished in raising him. Am I worried about the teen years and what is in store for us? Yes. Do I wish I could go back to him being an innocent little boy? Not so much.
Miss M started kindergarten today! She was so excited. She was ready 30 minutes before the bus was due to come, but demanded that we wait for the bus right away. She didn't want to miss it. We waited (forever) and we took lots of pictures. The bus came and she looked a little nervous but she climbed those big stairs and took her seat. I smiled. No tears, just pride. My big girl was going to school and she was ready. I know that she will do just fine and I can't wait to hear all about it when I pick her up after work.
I actually felt much more sad and weepy two days ago on her last day of daycare. She had been at that daycare since it opened when she was only 18 months old! I felt very emotional when I picked her up, and couldn't even speak to the educators besides a quick "Bye! Thanks!" because I would have broken down. I didn't want Miss M to see me upset because she was happy and excited, knowing she was only two short days away from going to real school! Everyone there just loved Miss M and they took really great care of her. It was sad knowing that we'll probably never be back again.
Sometimes when I'm reading other blogs or status updates on Facebook, I think maybe I don't care enough. Maybe I should be crying, feeling sad that my babies aren't babies anymore. But I think (hope) that it is just because I know they are ready for the challenges that lie ahead and so it doesn't make me worry (as much). Also if they were sad or didn't want to go, it would probably make things harder but they were both very excited and looking forward to their new respective schools.
Am I weird? Am I the only one who felt happy instead of sad as I saw my kids off to school this week? Because really, I feel like an oddball. Maybe even like a bad parent. But I know that's not true, so what is it?