Separate Ways

Playing 'telephone' with cups in the bath.

Today was bittersweet.

This is the last day of the twins' co-op preschool. At the end of August they go their separate ways: M will start regular preschool, and C will go to a school for children with developmental disabilities. My anxiety over the ever-widening gulf between them is beginning to feel overwhelming.

As if sensing my fear, C and M were playing like actual siblings tonight. They were near and — more importantly — seemingly aware of one another. They were playing and laughing and, at one point, C reached out and hugged M without prompting. M, instead of pushing C away, leaned into the hug and smiled.

And so I continue to learn to let go, even as I hang on.