I love "The Fiddler on the Roof." I will concede that it is pretty lengthy, but I still just love it. In one song, Tevia (is that how to spell his name??...he's the dad) is thinking about his daughters and how they have grown, remembering when they were small and wondering where the time has gone. Today, that is how I feel.
Today was the first day of school (did I mention I hate year round school). We will have three children in school this year, but only two started back today. They have been really excited the last few days about the new adventure of their upcoming advance in grade. Last night, as we were prepping everything and doing school blessings and the like, I asked the kids if they wanted Mom or Dad to take them to school in the morning to find their classes and stuff. The two oldest looked at each other and then looked at me in a sad sort of "Oh, poor Mom" way and informed me that they were very much old enough to walk to school on their own and find their own classrooms. My son reminded me that they know the rooms in the school better than I do. He is right.
A bit of me is heartbroken. Suddenly, they don't need me any more (for that). I feel small and a bit sad and nostalgic (insert pathetic sigh here), but at the same time so proud of them and how they are growing and the amazing people they are growing into. I guess growing pains aren't just for kids, I seem to be experiencing some of my own as well.