Mom, We’re Growing

 

A Rite of Passage for Moms Navigating the Kindergarten Years

Kindergarten is a big transition.

For our children, yes. And for us moms, too.

As our little ones prepare to enter a new season, many of us are carrying emotions we don’t always have space to name.

Grief. Fear. Sadness. Relief. Worry. Awe.

And we carry a few emotions that are a little easier to name…excitement. Pride. Maybe even a little nervousness.

Maybe you’re wondering:

“How did we get here already? How is my baby going to kindergarten?”

And maybe you quietly hold fears you don’t often say out loud: fears about safety, about letting go, about your child being out in a world you can’t fully protect them from. For many moms, fears about school shootings quietly live beneath the surface, too.

Maybe part of you feels ready… while another part wants to hold on just a little longer. And maybe, like so many moms, you’re longing for connection with others who understand what this transition really feels like.

You want a real village; one where you feel supported, understood, and less alone in mothering. That’s what this day is for. 

This is not a school logistics workshop. You’ll get plenty of information about drop-off routines, lunchboxes, and school preparation elsewhere…honestly, you’ve probably already gotten that information.

This space is for

YOU, Mama.

 

Together, we’ll slow down and make space for the emotions, hopes, fears, and transformation this season brings. You’ll be held in a warm, intimate circle of moms who are walking this threshold alongside you, through a meaningful and guided ritual that honors the growing both you and your child are doing.

This space is for moms with children entering kindergarten this year, as well as moms whose little ones have just completed kindergarten and are preparing for 1st grade. Together, we’ll honor the grief, fear, pride, awe, and transformation that come with loving and letting our children grow.

During our time together, you’ll experience:

💛 Guided reflection and writing 

• To truly tap into your experience. You’ll have space to reflect because, for a few hours, the constant demands of motherhood will be gently lightened

💛 Honest conversation and meaningful connection with other moms

💛 A meaningful art ritual to honor this transition

• No art skills are needed; I promise it’ll be simple, meaningful and beautiful. 

💛 Tea, coffee, and light snacks

You’ll walk away feeling more connected, supported, and with a keepsake art piece to take home and mark this transformation.

Registration

Spots are intentionally limited to 8-10 moms to create an intimate and supportive experience.

Investment: $127

Register today and step into a village of support; we were never meant to parent alone.

Cancellation Policy

Full refund available through July 15, 2026. After July 15, registration is non-refundable due to supplies and preparation purchased in advance. You are welcome to transfer your spot to another mom if needed.

A POEM FOR MOMS

I wrote this poem as I think about my 5 yr old about to enter kindergarten. May it resonate with you. May it stir alive the parts of yourself that are desperate to be heard. May you feel seen and known. I offer this to all mama’s who are about to send their babies into the big(ger) world.

Mom, I’m Growing

My baby is 5 yrs old.

She seems so big. 

Her smile radiates when she spells a word.

Standing tall, eyes beaming, uplifted soul as she hands me a heart she drew, cut out and wrote my name on. 

“You are gonna love it mom!” 

Her caring heart making me art that brings tears to my eyes. 

Tears of gratitude. 

Tears of overflowing love. 

Tears because somehow this 5 yr old child knows the deepest things that light up my soul. 

She’s magic, I tell you. 

Her magic has bursted into this world in a gentle wisdom look since she was a baby. 

She grasps the souls of strangers, stirring them, bringing delight and love to them. 

She doesn’t have to try, she’s merely herself. 

My heart swells

I feel in awe of her

I feel blessed to be her mom

Grateful she’s my first baby. 

But here we are a full 5 years later. 

My body feels solid, grounded, present. 

I’m more me than I ever was before. 

Grateful for the love she’s brought into my life. 

Yet, there’s a part of me terrified. 

Shaking in my chest, 

Worry rising up. 

Tears being held back 

Yet wanting to burst forth. 

Tears that would scream…

“I don’t want her to go.

Not to the big school. 

Not where children have been shot and killed.” 

Another part laments

“Why oh why do I have to hold this worry.

Why oh why have they not fixed this problem. 

Why oh why do they keep letting people lose with guns

Who act out their anger, their pain, on innocent little children?”

Another part boils in anger

“I hate this! I hate they haven’t truly taken a stand. 

So many moms have been screaming, whispering, taking action, daring to speak for years…

At least 30 years or so. How the fuck is gun violence not resoleved by now?!” 

I sink in despair…”I don’t want her to get hurt. 

I don’t want her to die.

I would be devastated, my life ruined if my baby ends up like those who have been killed.” 

A part with hopelessness sits deep down. 

There doesn’t appear to be anything grand I can do to change the world. 

Even though I do support those who have been fighting for safety

Safety feels fleeting, untrue 

…always something that could happen to her. 

I dream about keeping her home, safe, contained. 

Teaching her myself. 

Exploring the world together. 

Me by her side. 

But that remains a dream. 

The worldly life calls for me to make money. 

Make enough so we have a safe home, 

Food to eat, 

Clothes to wear, 

Joy to be felt.
I create the safest place I can, here at home. 

She has to venture out. 

She will go to kindergarten. 

I pray she will be kept safe, 

Will grow and learn

Will be in curiosity and become more of who she is. 

I pray, I send protection her way, using whatever magic and energy I have to keep her safe. 

Sending a child, my baby, to kindergarten is filled with chaotic feelings

The whole gamut of feelings

From excitement,

To fear, 

To terror,

To despair,

To hopelessness,

To action,

To gratitude,

To amazement.

In awe…Awe of who she is. 

Awe of what she will become. 

Awe of who I am 

Awe of who I have become

Awe of who I will become. 

What I most need is connection

Connection with other moms

Connection with those on a similar path

Connection to all of my feeling and parts

Connection to my child

Because it is in connection that life exists. 

– Heidi Lindeman 5/19/2026