My oldest baby… even though he reminds me every chance he gets that he is not a baby anymore… is getting ready to start preschool this fall, and I have been an emotional, sentimental wreck lately! Everything they do has been making my eyes water, if not cause a full on waterfall of tears. It doesn’t help that my littlest baby is 2 and going through the “she can do everything herself cause she’s a big girl now” phase.
As exhausting, annoying, mentally draining… I need a drink on a tropical island before I end up in a padded room… as motherhood can be sometimes, I want to cherish these days. Every time I have to follow AL to the potty even though I know she can do it herself,I start irritated at the bottom of the stairs and somewhere in the middle I catch sight of her little legs as she runs to the top, and in that moment, I have all the time in the world! Suddenly the million other things I was doing are gone, and it’s just me and my baby girl, and her tiny little legs : ) the same legs that will someday walk her right out of my house, and into her own life…
Lately, as JJ and I have been talking about going to school, I realize he’s just as nervous as me. I put on my strong mom front, but on the inside, I’m mush. I know he is going to walk into a classroom full of kids and forget that I exist as I come home and spend the rest of the day crying and looking at his baby pictures wondering where the last four years have gone while listening to sappy songs on repeat.
I have loved this song forever, but heard it for the first time since becoming a mom the other day, and I was a sobby mess :)
Not these two. They were actually ENJOYING each other’s company. The daughter was 23, and enjoying a glass of wine while the mom had a fancy non alcoholic drink. They each had entrees, and not once through the whole meal did I see one of them on their phones. At the end of the meal I asked them what they were doing with the rest of their day off to which they replied shopping and a movie. We talked about which movie for a little bit and as I walked in the kitchen I felt that sentimental pang that’s been chasing me all summer.
Only this time, it wasn’t sad. I still almost cried as I wrote on their card to enjoy their day, and how I can’t wait to have dates like these with my daughter. For once, I got to see that growing up isn’t all terrible. Our relationship will grow and change, and someday I hope we will sit at Olive Garden enjoying our lunch without spending the whole time on our phones trying to escape the others company.
I want these years to go SOOOO SLOW, but today I got the reassurance I needed that even after they are over, she will still be my little girl, only someday, we will be able to drink together : )
To make the whole meal even better….. The daughter picked up the tab!!!
What are some of the things you are looking forward to doing with your daughter??? Are you an emotional wreck when it comes to you kids growing up??? What do you do to savor all the little things???
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