My day started with dropping off Amy at school for her second day of kindergarten. She was in tears as we stood in her class lineup outside the school. It’s only her second day, and she was scared, feeling shy and wanting her mum. I gave her lots of hugs and watched as she pulled herself together and walked bravely into the school. I put my sunglasses on and walked back to the car in tears. I know things will get better (likely quickly, knowing Amy), but it doesn’t make it any easier.
Fast forward to now, nearing the end of my day, and I get the following text from Greg, who is with the kids at their first swimming lesson:
Holy crap. E just dove into the deep end by himself with no life jacket!
My heart soared. Elliot’s initial few years with water were pretty tentative, and it’s only in the last year that he’s starting to feel really comfortable. And going into the deep end with no life jacket is pretty darn remarkable.
It’s a good reminder that despite the hard stuff there is also much, much joy as I watch my kids go through the various milestones of their lives.