It happened friends.
Last Thursday my first born graduated from Preschool.
I'm still not sure how that is possible.
That same day a good friend of mine was in labor.
All I could think about was the day that Caitlin was born.
The weather was the same, hot and restless.
My emotions were all over the place.
I was excited.
I tried to do lots of stuff to take my mind off of the idea.
But in the end, 6:15 pm was staring me in the face.
So were a room full of preschoolers.
I took my seat and waited.
And when they called her name, I whooped and hollered with the rest of them.
Them being all 15 of us in the "Crutchfield" cheering section.
And I didn't cry when her name was called.
I hadn't even teared up.
Not when I got her dressed.
Not when I combed her hair.
Not even when I put her cap on her head.
I didn't cry until I posted this status on Facebook.
|My status reads: |
"My princess just graduated preschool. We made it Caitlin. Mommy loves you".
And then finally I cried.
Because five years go this was a stretch for me.
In that moment I did feel like we had made it.
To another major milestone.
Proof I was doing this motherhood thing just fine.
Because sometimes we're still not sure.
That all our blood, sweat, and tears are going to payoff.
Sometimes we wonder, "Will the bad always outweigh the good?"
Then a moment like this answers all our questions.
Delilah is one funny...
Well I won't say it, but girlfriend brings the laughs.
And the tears too, so be warned.
We met on Twitter.
She blogs about all the joys of motherhood.
Even the ones that involve poop.
Check her out here.
What are you waiting for?