In a few weeks my first child starts kindergarten. I am giddy with excitement and anticipation, but not for reasons one might expect, like one less, small human constantly expressing boredom or a dozen fewer fights to settle between siblings throughout the day. Nope. “Back to school” translates into NEW SCHOOL SUPPLIES!
“Now, what do you do, Laura?” A simple but loaded question, at least for me. Over the past two years, I've narrated a response to this in my head countless times. So why could I not get the words out, “I am a stay-at-home Mom.” Is your identity found in the title after your signature or the inscription God penned by your name?
Twirling in her white dress as the sun caught every highlight of blonde hair, my oldest daughter looked radiant. Her dress mirrored that of a young bride’s, and the joy emanating from her deep dimpled cheeks, exuberant. Today, her birthday, was about her, so we catered to her as if she were a bride, too. Surrounded by plenty of friends and family, she would celebrate in style. She had the dress, the party, and the gifts to enjoy. What more could a five-year-old want?
