I’m not crying. You’re crying. No really, I’m not.


Call me insensitive, call me unsentimental, call me crazy, but the morning I walked away from dropping off my youngest starting Kindergarten, I did cartwheels the whole way home, up a 2 mile hill, with no shoes on, in 2 feet of snow…just kidding. But I did do the cart wheels. And I may have busted out the Carlton as well. Who’s with me? Anyone? Hello??? 

I’m really not crying. I’m jumping for joy.

I know, this sounds like I am “dead inside” as one of my friends put it. But I’m celebrating. I’m celebrating growth, independence (for both of us), more money, buying a boat (may actually be a possibility now), and well, the next chapter of life. One I’ve actually been anxiously awaiting for some time.

I’ve always known I was going to be a two kiddo mama. So I don’t have any regrets or sadness around not having another baby to take care of and rear, because in all honesty, I was done a while ago. Two is my perfect number. And maybe I am a little crazy, or too level headed (I’ve been told this many a time), almost too reasonable about things, that I’m so entirely okay with my youngest going off to Kindergarten. I am celebrating it.

One door closes. Another opens.

It’s the end of an era. And the beginning of a new one. One I’m embarking on doing cartwheels and embracing as a mother. I remember standing in line at Kindergarten registration last spring and talking with some of the moms I know, even some I didn’t, and most seemed pretty forlorn or even apprehensive about this approaching moment. And all I can tell you is how happy I was. I was excited I actually got to this point and kept the darn kid alive, functioning, capable and generally happy. I wanted to high five everyone. Moms like me, I think we’re far and few between. And that is okay. You’re still an incredible mama, like me.

I love you kiddo. With every piece of my heart. 

Just because I’m excited about this new chapter, very happily saying goodbye to the last, doesn’t mean I love my kid any less or that I won’t miss this chapter. I will, a little. I love this kid, with every iota of my being, he’s my baby, I’ve got no more coming. And trust me, the “business” is closed indefinitely. But I’m ready. We’re all ready. And by golly, HE is ready. I think he’s just as ready as I am. I guess he’s alot like me in that way. And he’s all mine.

So cheers to new beginnings, learning, growing and becoming better humans. I mean ultimately, isn’t that what life is all about? Creating the next generation of amazing humans.

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Born and raised in NJ, Heather left with fire on her heels to attend ASU in Tempe, AZ in 1995, where she obtained a degree in art history, while minoring in both anthropology and French. While at ASU she met her husband Jake and began their loud, crazy, fun filled life together. She’s a full time corporate marketing consultant, freelance writer, is on the board for and chairs the fundraising and marketing committee for Flagstaff Arts & Leadership ACademy, and most importantly, a very hands on and fun mom to two wild boys Zane, age 9, and Van, age 4. They’ve made Flagstaff their forever home since 2010 and Is actively involved in our mountain community, lives for live music, good food and wine, reading books about real life people, and a lover of the outdoors.