My youngest, a spirited 4-year-old, embarked on his pre-K adventure this past September, and let me tell you, I was an absolute mess in the lead-up to it. He’s my baby, my last little one, and while I knew he’d thrive in “big kid” school, the thought of saying goodbye was gut-wrenching.
Miraculously, we navigated the first few weeks without a hitch—no tears shed, from either of us. Honestly, my biggest worry was whether I’d be a blubbering mess, but I managed to keep it together. That is, until this morning, nearly two months into his school journey.
After dropping him off, I swung by the elementary school next door, where my older son attends. I stood there for a moment, watching kids line up to enter school, a familiar scene I’d witnessed countless times before. One of the moms I hadn’t seen in a while asked, “Where’s your little guy?”
“He’s in pre-K now,” I replied, only to hear her say, “Wow, that went fast! I remember when you used to bring him here all bundled up in a baby carrier.”
For a brief second, I half-expected to see my little one beside me. But instead, I felt that emptiness. That’s when the floodgates opened.
As I walked home, I tried to hold back the tears that had been lurking for weeks. But I failed spectacularly, sobbing uncontrollably as I strolled past the train station, lost in memories of the past four years.
I used to walk home from school every day with my little guy. In the early days, he’d be strapped to my chest in a baby carrier, and I’d inhale the sweet scent of his baby hair. Even when he fussed, I’d bounce him gently along the way. As he grew, our walks transformed into hand-holding adventures, with the five-minute journey stretching into a delightful 15 minutes as he stopped to collect rocks or jump into puddles.
It was during this nostalgic stroll that I realized I couldn’t recall the last time we had walked home together. Had I recognized it as a final moment? Why hadn’t I savored it more?
Parenting is full of these bittersweet realizations. You can do something daily for what feels like an eternity, only for it to suddenly come to an end without warning. Sometimes you recognize the significance; other times, you don’t.
I know there was a last time my older son fell asleep holding my hand, but I can’t pinpoint when it was. My younger son had this adorable habit of tugging at my lips while nursing, and now I realize it’s vanished without me ever noticing the last time it happened.
There are countless small moments that slip through our fingers, things we believed would last forever—like how our newborns would always sleep on our chests or how they’d never stop needing to be carried. There had to be a last time I carried one of my babies in my arms, but when was it?
I strive to cherish every moment with my kids, but the daily grind can be exhausting and repetitive, even if it’s meaningful in hindsight. It’s a harsh truth: you often don’t realize what you’ll miss until it’s gone. I’ve learned to accept this about parenting—and life—but it still breaks me to pieces.
My only hope today is that my little one will catch a cold and stay home from school, or that we’ll have a surprise day off. Maybe then I’ll get a chance to walk home with him again after dropping off his big brother. But even then, it won’t be the same.
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In summary, parenting is a whirlwind of fleeting moments, and while it’s impossible to catch every last time, we can strive to appreciate the present.