I'm standing on a threshhold.
My big girl just turned ten. TEN. omg.
Tomorrow my baby boy starts kindergarten.
Today is not just Emily's birthday, but it's also marks a decade of parenting.
This decade has been both the best and the hardest decade of my entire life.
Emily asked me yesterday if I liked being a kid better, or being an adult. I said, "Being an adult, for SURE."
What a decade. I started being a Mama ten years ago, at 24. Today I can hardly believe I'm 34 and I have a TEN-YEAR-OLD. It's cliche for a reason: "It's HAS gone by so fast."
Today is also a marker of ten years of parenting "itty bitties." I've been mothering my less-than-school-age kids for a decade and tomorrow when I take my baby to kindergarten, I will go home to an empty house.
I'm not sad, though. I am excited. I WILL cry tomorrow when I close the car door and look back at the empty car seats. But I will be just as proud as I am weepy.
I'm proud of my kids. I'm proud of who they are. I love their spirits. I love the people that they are. I love that they are smart, kind, silly, strong, loving, stubborn as hell...and so much more. I'm proud to send these people out into the world. I'm so very proud to be their Mama. I love them so much.
And I'm proud of myself, too.