It's tough being a parent. You're torn between wanting to hold on to your children for dear life, and knowing deep down inside that you have to let them go. And while I don't consider myself to be a helicopter parent, I might have a little problem giving my kid the space she needs to grow. Maybe I'm like a Ninja parent, I give my kid space, but I'm in the shadows ready with that can of “Whup Ass” if necessary. So when it was time for her to start school let’s just say I wasn't ready, okay I was nervous as hell. Like full on panic attack mode burst into tears at any moment nervous. I had to give myself a pep talk like "c’mon son, you grew up in Harlem, in the 80's, during the crack era, you are tougher than this!!!"
It's crazy what the love of a child does to your heart. It fills it so much you think it's going to burst, It's like a full on Fred Sanford clutching your chest heart attack every damn day, but it's also the most wonderful experience you will ever have, and yes I know how crazy that sounds, but it's the truth.
I blame time. Yes, the actual minutes, hours, seconds of our lives, because they go from crawling, to walking, to talking, and running and running and runn...you get what I mean, in a blink. It's so fast, and yes I know it's a necessary part of life, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it…
So as we walked up to her school, me holding my tears, her holding my hand, I was reminded of all the times I was nervous about her doing something for the first time. The first time she rode her bike, the first time she went swimming, and do you know what I realized? It always works out. I'm over here about to go into a full on wall side in her school hallway, and she's playing patty cake with her new classmates. She’ll be okay, and I will be too.