A couple of weeks ago, I was asked if the photo I posted on Russell's first day of Preschool might be included in a video for Motherly about sending your kiddo off to their first day of school. As a big fan of Motherly, I said yes. I got the link this morning and I sobbed in front of my coffee this morning.
Russell is currently upstairs sleeping in, after a long day. I sit in front of my coffee at almost 8am, prepared to get a start on my day. As I watch the video link that Motherly sent me, I am flooded with so many feelings.
I feel like most weekends, when my husband and I have time to spend whole days together as a family, we continuously talk about how much we love Russell. How good of a boy he is and is becoming. When we get home late and have to transfer a sleeping boy from our car to his bed, sometimes we stand together and stare in awe and the beautiful gift from God we have been given.
My "baby's" life beyond our home has began and it is from this point forward that I continue to sob at his accomplishments, his strengths, his gifts, and beyond. We are learning quickly as parents that it is a tricky dynamic – being okay with time, that is. I love watching him grow and feeling proud at this things he does. However – I feel sad that I can't carry him for more than a few minutes; that he corrects me if I am wrong about what is going on in his favorite little TV show; that he wants to attempt to dress and undress himself. As I said in my instagram post a few weeks ago... time has no mercy.
Happy Monday, friends. Make sure to hug your kiddos tight every day. It is another day time won't ever give us back.