You were dreading this day – this first day when our twin boys go off to school.
You’ve spent time nearly every day with these two guys since conception.
10 weeks on bed rest in the hospital and at my parents trying to make sure that they were inside your womb’s protection long enough to come out healthy. You rocked as a pregnant mom although I know it wasn’t always fun. Looking back, I’m so thankful for that time where you gave them special care.
Today, you watched them go off to the big school for the first time. You cried less than you thought you would because they were, for lack of a better phrase, going crazy in the house. Perhaps that was God’s way of lessening the blow.
But after they piled in the car, you got sweetly weepy. Your boys were heading off to elementary school for the first time.
Not only were they going to school for the first time, but they would be in separate classes for the first time ever. They’ve had each other to lean on and play with since they were jockeying for position in your belly.
They taught each other to read.
They dove deep into Dr. Suess and Curious George and Phineas and Ferb.
They learned a little tennis together.
They’ve been shy and wouldn’t leave your side.
They’ve surprised us with boldness at times and have always made us smile and laugh.
Now they will be in different classes with different teachers, but it’s time.
It’s time for them to figure out what and who they are, ever so slowly, apart from each other. They are excited, yet obviously a little nervous. Even we sometimes treat them as ‘the boys’ instead of Jake and Sam (you don’t fall into that trap nearly as much as I do).
You’ve prepared them more than you realize. You’ve been (and are) a wonderful mom to them. You’ve been able to relate to them and their quirks. You’ve helped them grow into their personalities. You’ve given them fun adventures and have helped me be a better Dad to them.
You’ve done well Mommy. You’ve done well.