It all starts here


Commentary by Heather Kestian

This is my introduction to the rest of my child’s life. Some might say that sentence is an overstatement.

I respectfully disagree.

In just a few short weeks, my oldest will start kindergarten. He will board a bus with children I do not know, a driver that I do not know, and I will let go of his little hand and hope and pray that nothing bad happens to him while I am not there.

I cannot help but think that this is the moment where it all begins. This is the moment that I will look back on with great fondness as the point in time that he really started to grow up.

In my mind, I know he will fall down. I know he will get pushed down. I know he will push someone else down. I can help those wounds heal. I can put a bandage on the scrapes and cuts and give a magical mommy kiss that heals everything and stops tears in their tracks. Truly, I am amazing and have super healing powers, but all of that is about to change.

This is the beginning of a series of boo-boos I cannot fix.

For example, when his friend tells someone a secret of his and breaks his trust– I cannot fix that hurt with a bandage.

Or when his first love falls in love with someone else – my super powers will be useless.

If he does not make the team he wanted to be on, or get the lead role, or whatever it is that he had hoped and dreamed for – I will not be able to heal his broken heart.

Someday, I hope he can look back on this article and appreciate the craziness that his mother brings to his life. I hope he knows that all those times during the next 12 years, I sat by his side while he cried or was angry at the things I could not fix – that he realized that I was hurting for him, too.

I hope he knows that I knew he had to go through the not-so-shining moments because those define who we are more than our moments when we are at our best.

This is it, kid. You are on your way, very, very soon. Do not forget the most important lesson you will ever learn – remember to call your mother.