Tonight, I’m attending the parent orientation for kindergarten at my twins’ future elementary school. Wait…what?! Kindergarten? How is it possible that we’re here already? And dare I admit it – for the first time ever, I actually felt nostalgic for their baby days last week. Nostalgic! I was told that that would happen but I never believed it. The first four months of my girls’ lives were brutally hard for me. And the first year wasn’t much better, although I will say by 12 months we had a good thing going, my girls and I.
I don’t have a lot of rosy pink memories of that first year. But I am proud of it. I’m proud that we all made it through alive. I’m proud of how much I learned and how far I came as a person, a spouse and a mother. And I’m proud that even though it was hard, I can say I did my best, with the knowledge and resources I had available to me at the time and that no one could ask anything more of me.