I am not the mom who swears off telling her kids to "hurry up." The world does not revolve around them - or me for that matter, try as I might to make that happen.
But there are a couple small routines that I do with each of the girls that I like to savor.
First is Maddie's bedtime. For about the first two years of her life, she was about the easiest kid to put to sleep. Swaddle her as a baby and walk out. As she got older, we got into the habit of just putting her to bed. That was it. She didn't fuss. She didn't really need steps. Just bed.
About the time we moved, that did not work so well anymore. So I started sitting in her child-size armchair (we didn't put the rocker in her room when we moved and thankfully my butt fits in the small chair.) I read her a book or two, I sing "You are my sunshine" and then we say "I love you" about 18 times back and forth. When Maddie is done telling me she loves me, she asks "Frow me in?" meaning she wants me to throw her into her crib. I count to three and act like I'm throwing her - while still placing her gently - in her crib. (Yes, her crib because as long as she wants to stay there, I plan on keeping her there.) She calls out "See you 'morrow" as I walk out.
It's simple. It takes about 10 minutes but I love it so much. Being the second kid, she's never had much alone time with us so I love that time together.
And with Emery, I love the routine of walking her up to her school. Each morning we drop Maddie off first and then head to the elementary school. I could put Emery on the school bus. I could put her on the bus from her after school care to the elementary. I could even drive up and have her hop out of the car (which I said I would do after the first week of school.)
But there is something about holding her hand and walking her to the classroom - maybe because she still let's me hold her hand and I know that is a fleeting privilege. The kindergartners have a separate entrance directly into their rooms. I love walking through the throngs of kids, excitedly talking, hugging and running around as we make our way to the side of the building. I sometimes see the neighborhood kids, which for some reason makes me feel better, knowing that Emery has friends there.
I think part of my inability to stop this is that I've let go of so much already with the start of school. Hillary put it perfectly. Emery doesn't really want to talk about school. She told me after the first day that talking about school is "boring." I do try to get her to tell me three things about her day - something she did in the morning, what she had for lunch, and what she did in the afternoon. Other than that, I really don't know what she does all day, which is so odd. Walking her up to the school allows me to say hi to her teacher at least. It allows me to hold on just a little bit longer.
And that is something I don't want to hurry up.