Seriously…I thought the hormonal, emotional crying days were over when I weaned the last kid off diapers, but nobody told me that it doesn’t end there. And I wonder why I felt so off kilter all last week. I don’t do well with goodbyes. Like at all. Especially when it signals something significant, like the end of some kind of era. But it’s been in the air lately and with it, the tendency to drop tears at any random moment. For example, at Mia’s end of the year ballet recital, it wasn’t the sight of my child prancing diagonally across the studio floor with toes pointed and arms bent in a circle that made me emotional. No, it was witnessing one of the dance teachers present flowers and saying goodbye to her 2 long-time students who were moving out of the country that turned on the waterworks. The goodbye lasted all of 20 seconds and involved 3 people who I didn’t even know, who I’d never even seen before, wtf?
I thought my weepy, hormonal baby days were over. It’s probably been a good 2 years since I cried watching a sappy Mastercard “priceless” commercial. Guess not, because apparently, parenthood is ripe full of opportunities for emotional moments. It sort of never ends. Last week I was overwhelmed with the ending of preschool for Claudine. It’s a program that both she and Mia attended since they were babies. We spent the last 6 years walking up the hill from our house to the park, climbing up those heavy stone stairs guarded by a pair of regal lion sculptures to the entrance of the school. It’ll be weird not to take that walk every day come Fall and be greeted by some of the teachers who have taught both girls over the years.
Kids Claudine’s age don’t seem to quite understand the heaviness of goodbyes. She ended her last day of preschool today like any other. The sadness and significance of this ending is all on me (I may or may not have had to fight back tears on the walk home from school the last 2 days). Mia, on the other hand, wraps up another school year in a week and she’s already exhibiting some anxiety over having to say goodbye to her teacher. (Actually, I think all the parents this year are too as Mia’s 1s grade teacher was really quite exceptional). So I think to myself…every June is going to be emotional like this? *faceplant*