Today's the day in 15 min I leave to register my Little B in kindergarten. I didn't sleep at all last night. Instead of catching some zzz instead I chose to freak out. As I lay there time began to speed up. First B was in kindergarten cute and little holding my hand. Then I sped right past first grade second grade. In fact I zipped past middle school entirely and found myself slamming into his high school years.
I saw B as a surly teenager. Where all he did was hang out with his friends play video games and was hell to be around. I found myself questioning everything. Will he hate me will he be as bad as I was at that age? Will he never snuggle with me again?
And then when he finally recovers from his teenage years I wont be able to reap the benefits. Because then he'll find his life partner and he'll just call me every once in a while when he feels guilty and I will just miss him so much my heart will break.
So I guess I am officially a mess. So here I go setting my child on the road to life.
I need a hug...
or a big sandwich
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:-( my oldest is only two and i do the same thing when i think about enrolling him in preschool later this year. boo. i think you deserve a hug AND a sandwich.
I'm sending you a big hug and big sandwich vibes.
My sixteen year old takes turns driving me crazy and giving me little boy hugs. It's sort of like the two year old stage, all over again. Plus he can drive to the store for milk. See, there are benefits!
Awww! I feel for you, really. It all happens so fast. Enjoy every moment you can, and get all those hugs in whenever you can get them. And sandwiches.
It does seem like an injustice that we raise these people only to leave us one day.
I hate that.
I guess that's what's husbands are for - to cuddle us when the babies are living their own lives? Maybe. I worry about the same things. It's rather stressful
Here's a big ((hug)) and hope you have a sandwich for lunch! Speaking of sandwiches I'm off to go get a breakfast one now before work, LOL! :)
I hear ya sister...We will be starting kindergarten at the same time..I'm thinkin' margaritas...
HUG!! Mine is 2 and I am already worried about him getting married and leaving : (
HUGS!
This is the biggest HUG I can send via the computer ... wrap your arms around yourself and squeeze hard! I raised three sons (& one daughter) who are now in their
40's .... everything you envisioned will happen ~ I assure you. NOW, give yourself another big squeeze and take a deep breath .. it's all worth it!
I was the same way with my kids! It will be a good experience! :)
Maybe you should have some more babies. Hmmm, maybe you should just go make that sandwich. Bologna and potato chip for me, please.
I hope B likes kindergarten!
My oldest is 11, and adolescence has officially begun. Forget the sandwich, I want alcohol!
Don't forget about grandbabies though! You get to cuddle all you want and feed them lots of sugar, and then send them home. All the love and none of the sleepless nights!
I think only a big hug and a big sandwich will do. I remember that first big step to kindergarten...
Here's a hug for you. :)
Have to smile at your tweet - preferring jury duty to work. :)
~hugs~
As the momma of an 18 year old, its not that bad you will live through it. There will be tears, but you will be able to handle it. Now I don't know about when she runs off and gets married, you may have to just talk me off the panic ledge at that point, but right now I choose not to think about it! I am in denial :(
Personally, I find wine is best. But, whatever works for you.
Awwwww...(((hugs)))
If it makes you feel any better, my boy has found his life partner (me!), but he still has an extremely close relationship with his mom - they still talk several times a week just to catch up. Don't give up all hope!
I totally understand. My oldest isn't even in school yet and I already miss her.
And here I was going to suggest booze and "Parenthood" the movie.
someone mentioned injustice. i say the real injustice is how we raise them lovingly and whether we like it or not, they become teens who hate us for a few years. ugh!
i miss the kindergarten years. enjoy this stage thoroughly. mine are now 17 and 20.
;)
Did you read my post about Monkey turning 5? I had a very similar melt down.
My husband assured me though that it is my sacred right as a mother to call him whenever I want when he moves away and gets married and has babies...the thought of my grandchildren listening to me leaving messages for "my little Monkeypants to call his mommy" made me smile.
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