A piece of my heart, wandering

They say that being a parent is learning to let your heart live outside of your body. My two older children going back to school today reminded me of this. 

Waving bye to them and watching them walk away was like part of my heart wandering off into the world without me. A strange mix of pride and ache. Pride that they’re growing, learning, and finding their own little paths. Ache because I’m not there to witness every moment or to protect them from every bump, bruise, or unkind word.

The house felt strangely quiet with just me and my youngest. The absence felt loud. But undeniably, the peace was also a nice change.

Throughout the day, I found myself wondering if they were enjoying themselves? Were they playing with their friends? Did they like their new teacher? Were they happy?

True to form, it poured down at both school drop off and pick up today! So, there was no small talk with the teachers, but both my girls came out smiling and that told me everything. 

I sometimes wonder if they know that no matter where they are, a piece of me goes with them. And when they come back - tired and full of stories, my heart comes home again too.