After 16 years, 9 months and 17 days, our family reached an accomplishment worth celebrating: the fourth and last child entered kindergarten. Now, most people are emotional over milestones such as these, and I was definitely emotional…just not in the way one might expect. My emotion was jubilation. We did it! We managed to raise four children through the tireless months of no sleeping, the terrifying tantrums, the potty training, the three year old sass, and the endless questions from a four year old. We walked them through every emotion in the book, tried not to cry when they had to get their shots, and overcame the shock we all feel when we realize they just don’t look like a toddler anymore. And we did this all while managing the needs of the other kids as they grew through the crazy of learning how to read, 4th grade common core math (heaven help me and that long division), 7th grade girl drama, and more “you can do this” pep talks than I care to count. It has been hard work, and it is far from over. Our evenings are now spent working through phonics to physics (sorry, I had to use phonics for the alliteration because it just rolls off of the tongue, but we all know it’s an inundation of sight words these days … and let’s be honest, I am probably doing more hurting than helping in the physics department because I have no idea!) But the tide is shifting in our family, for in just two years, we will be doing another kind of celebrating when the first of the four walks across the stage for her high school diploma. So, for now, let me enjoy this accomplishment. There was a lot of blood, sweat, and tears to get us here, and I am simply proud of our hard work.
Hats off to you moms and dads who put your last little one in school. Whether you left the school in tears or tumbling with joy, you deserve praise for the labor it took it get here!
Jill Warren/Mom of Four/Lover of Chocolate and Shoes/McAlister-Gray fan and employee