If this parenting thing is a path, today is a signpost sort of day.
After three days of fever, we finally dropped off my oldest for his first day of Kindergarten. He told me he was nervous. He told me he was afraid. I told him these were good words, amazed that he stated the truth, spoke it instead of lashing out at me. We reviewed that there was a Lego table in his classroom, that he had a Ninja Turtle thermos filled with macaroni and cheese, that today was music and school would be fun. He smiled for photos and was annoyed at the weight of his backpack.
When we dropped him off, he said goodbye and walked off towards the Legos. Today our paths diverged in a way they never have.
From here on out he’ll go down a side path each school day by himself, discovering what lies along the route, interacting with people without me. I’m thankful for it. Thankful he will grow from it.
As I pulled out the parking lot with Oli, he said, “I miss Bronson.” I’m with Oli: I’m even more thankful that so much of my journey will still be a shared path.