Today was a milestone day – my eldest son starting school. No hiding from the fact that he is growing up and entering into worlds I cannot follow. Already a bundle of emotions I find hard to fathom. Energy, frustration, eagerness, imagination, wildness, joy and longing bundled tightly into a body too small to handle the range. Coiled.
This beautiful baby of mine, growing up and away. Yesterday, I held him helpless in my arms. Tonight, I watch him sleep. His still full cheek, the deep breath of sleep, there are echoes of the baby. He will wake tomorrow morning, full of boundless energy and enthusiasm. Impatient to live every moment. And in that bounce, is the boy. He will tell me things that he has learned. He will unknowingly utter wise things and I will see the promise of the man.
He is on the cusp of a new chapter. Entering into realms that I can still remember of my own childhood. Not just vague and dream like snippets – but years and events I can recall with clarity. I am no longer a “new” mum. My little one is getting older and I with him. There is such promise ahead but I look back with a tinge of sadness. I will no longer be his world. There will come a time when I occupy just a small part of it. But he will always have my whole heart.
I get to watch him grow. Watch him discover passions. Watch him succeed. Watch him struggle. Be there when he soars as he falls in love and there to catch him if he falls. And this day feels like the beginning of all of that.
So many mums this week will be feeling similarly as they bravely hug their boys’ and girls’ goodbye and leave the school gates feeling a little empty. And then there are those whose arms have been empty for a long time. And for whom the fresh new school year heralds a new ache. Those that should have been sending their little ones into the school yard for the first time but instead feel a new pang. For their little ones, frozen in time. Forever tiny. Wishing their tears were falling because their child was growing up.
Today, I was brave and did not cry. Tears threatened but I beat them back for my son. But on the day Xavier would have started school, I will not have to fein bravery for the sake of him. And the tears will fall for a milestone that never was.
I am reminded, both for Xavier, and today for Isaac, of Khalil Gibran’s poem
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.
2 thoughts on “Brave new worlds – the first day of school”
Xavier and Elijah both will be so proud of their biggest brother heading into this exciting new world! Our boys are starting to make their way in the world on their own, but they’ll always take a little bit of us with them on their daily adventures. Isaac will carry the love of his little brothers safely in his heart too. 🙂
Congratulations on maintaining the dry eyes; I might’ve got just slightly watery at one point but I came good. 🙂
Beautiful words as always. May there be a little sunshine somehow / somewhere for you today x