𝙍𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙮 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙨, 𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝘿𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙇𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙂𝙤

Last Monday, something shifted.

Our son stepped into a whole new world-his first time in face-to-face school after years of homeschooling and online distance learning. It was also my first time to bring a child to school.  𝘖𝘰, 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪 𝘬𝘰 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘨𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘩𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘨𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘬 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯. 

When we got there, I gave him final reminders before he went inside his school building. I left the school with prayers in my heart. 🙏🏻🙏🏻

The weather had other plans.

Rain flooded the metro, traffic was horrible, and getting a ride in public transportation was a nightmare.

When the classes were suspended, he went home on his own. It was his first time to commute solo. 

Thank goodness for the location sharing thru messenger, I knew exactly where he was. It took him almost 3 hours to get home. 😱 

He came home drenched, tired, hungry, and with soaked shoes.

It could’ve been called a bad day.

But what I saw was growth.

His, and mine. 

It was a day of firsts wrapped in soggy socks and answered prayers.

A day that tested independence, resilience, and trust. 

A day that whispered, “He’s ready,” and gently reminded me that letting go is both the hardest and holiest thing we do as mothers.

We teach, we nurture, we prepare. But then comes the letting go—the part they don’t write about in parenting books. And sometimes, growth looks like flooded streets and brave little feet moving forward anyway.

To all the mamas navigating milestones and muddy moments:

When did you first let go? And what did it teach you? 💙