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She Still Kisses Me Goodbye

September 1, 2014

“Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days” (Psalm 90:14).

I held her hand through the parking lot and pushed open the heavy double doors. We maneuvered through swarms of eager kids and frazzled parents, some wielding cameras, others blinking tears. She hung her backpack on her hook, collected her morning snack from the zippered pocket, then spun around and marched toward the doorway of room 315.

Second grade.

Where did our summer go?

She still kisses me goodbye

I love the school-free months. Popsicles, lazy mornings, back yard sprinkler runs. As soon as Labor Day passes, I start counting days ‘til June. Give me playground picnics and tennis courts and sparklers by the dozen. Yet here we are again, another first day of school, another lurch forward in the growing up parade.

I poked my head in the classroom. Tidy and inviting. Bustling yet surprisingly empty. What’s missing?

Oh, yes.

Toys.

Unlike years prior, the second grade room is void of free-time toys. No buckets of blocks or LEGOs or puppets.

My girl is too serious for those now.

She must read and write and discover science. She will learn full sentences in Spanish and increase her English spelling list beyond two-syllable words. Her class is oldest on the playground and veterans at lunch. She will teach the younger kids how to open their milk cartons and search the Lost and Found. She is the queen of the monkey bars. A pro.

But she’s still a piece of my heart.

Sprinkler

“Bye, sweetheart.” I called after her. “Have a wonderful day.”

She turned around, red hair swishing across her shoulders. “Mom, wait!” She hurried toward me then stretched her neck to reach my face with pink lips puckered. I leaned down for a kiss.

“Bye, Mom!” And off she fled toward a desk piled with pencils and glue sticks and stiff new math workbooks.

My firstborn is growing up, that’s inevitable. But she still kisses me goodbye.

Friends are gaining influence and teachers get smarter than Mom. But she still kisses me goodbye.

She wears glasses and lisps over a mouth full of orthodontic gadgets, true beauty in its shifting, awkward form. But she still kisses me goodbye.

She climbs her top bunk to weave bracelets and read Pippi Longstocking—with a “PLEASE KNOCK” sign tacked on the door because she needs her time alone. But she still kisses me goodbye.

I will blink and she’ll be driving to high school, pledging a sorority, shopping for a wedding gown, and rocking my grandbabies in her arms.

And then she’ll know this feeling. This ache that settles in my stomach like a stone whenever a new school year comes and a child is ushered closer to the expectation of maturity and independence. She thinks she’s just learning cursive and multiplication. But a mother knows the fleeting measure of childhood is found in these rites of passage, one grade to the next, like a ladder with fourteen finite rungs from preschool to senior year.

We cannot peel our children off the ladder. We cannot shake them loose. They must climb. And our job is to spot them from below, to coach and cheer so that one day they can reach the top and leap—into God’s plan for their adult lives.

The choice rests in a mother’s hands. We can sniffle over days gone by and resist what lies ahead. Or we can embrace today as a gift and entrust the future to an all-knowing, perfect-loving God.

I’m choosing today. And I’m grateful.

Because my big girl still kisses me goodbye. I’m still her momma, her first love. And no grade, no graduation, no college nor job nor lifetime to come can take that away from us.

Sprinkler

So on second thought, instead of counting days ‘til next summer, I’ll count my blessings instead. I really ought to soak up every moment of this second grade business, knowing this could be the year when my daughter develops a healthy sense of embarrassment over her old lady. And when that happens, I will survive. Because as much as I love my little ones, I love God’s will for them more, and I want to see my children grow into the people he designed them to be.

There is no greater privilege in parenting. Amen?

Happy school year, fellow moms. Whether you’re on the first rung or the last, may God bless your child’s steps—and hold you tight in his arms as you learn to let go.

Blessings,
Becky

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Comments

  1. Wendy says

    September 1, 2014 at 9:22 am

    This is beautiful Becky! My sixth grader still hugs me in public, so hang on you might have more years of goodbye kisses than you imagine. Thank you for this encouraging post.

    • Becky says

      September 1, 2014 at 11:33 am

      Thank you, Wendy! I’m encouraged to know my girls’ affection doesn’t have to wane before middle school! 🙂

  2. Shell says

    September 3, 2014 at 7:45 am

    Oh, this is so lovely. My kids are getting so big, too. I don’t always get a kiss goodbye, but I treasure those snuggles when I do get them!

    • Becky says

      September 4, 2014 at 8:53 am

      I do, too, Shell. Just yesterday someone said to me, “Your kids are older, right?” (She has a 2-year-old and a baby.) Funny how I’m part of the veteran moms group now!

  3. Allison B says

    September 3, 2014 at 9:47 am

    Beautiful post! I’m so thankful that my kids still let me pray with them at the bus stop and kiss them goodbye. I’m going to be so sad when that ends and they find it embarrassing.

    • Becky says

      September 4, 2014 at 8:54 am

      I surely hope they never find bus stop prayers embarrassing. What a beautiful gift you give to your kids each morning, Allison! We pray in the car on the way to school, too. Those are special send-offs.

  4. Elaine A. says

    September 3, 2014 at 11:40 am

    I love the idea of them climbing the ladder and us spotting them. So lovely and true.

    Nice to find your blog through Shell’s link-up! 🙂

    • Becky says

      September 4, 2014 at 8:54 am

      Welcome, Elaine! Thanks for coming my way through Shell’s place!

  5. Mamarific says

    September 3, 2014 at 1:37 pm

    Beautiful! Starting a new school year is such an emotional time. I’m glad I’m still getting a kiss goodbye, too 🙂

    • Becky says

      September 4, 2014 at 8:55 am

      It IS an emotional time, isn’t it? More so for us than the kids, I think. 🙂

  6. Jenn says

    September 3, 2014 at 6:36 pm

    Beautiful Post. I love it. Mine are still little, but I’m already worrying about the day when they’re too cool for mom. So happy you’re still having those sweet moments!

    • Becky says

      September 4, 2014 at 8:55 am

      Let’s pray our kids never outgrow our love. 🙂

  7. Tracie says

    September 5, 2014 at 11:43 am

    This is so beautiful! I love that you have chosen to be grateful for today and count those blessings. It is a gift to see our kids grow.

  8. Lisa Littlewood says

    September 9, 2014 at 5:13 pm

    Oh, this has me undone! My biggest is in second grade this year too…and our middle in kindergarten (loved your kindergarten post as well!). I resonated with every word and ALL of the emotion of this post. Beautifully written and well said (:

  9. Beth says

    November 14, 2014 at 2:16 pm

    So very sweet…I remember those days of dropping them off at school and feeling a little lost! Don’t give up hope on the goodbye kisses and such just yet. My 13-year-old daughter still reaches for my hand as soon as we get out of the car and it’s not unusual for one of my boys (18 and 19) to walk up and put their arms around me in public. Of course, they are both a foot taller than me and probably using me as an arm rest, but I will take what I get!! As long as you keep showing her affection, she most likely will do the same. Cherish every moment though…it seems like they start going by faster and faster!

    • Becky says

      November 15, 2014 at 7:36 am

      Thank you so much for this encouraging and sweet perspective, Beth! I think I needed to hear it today.

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