Lydia is home sick today and I'm enjoying it. We're watching Bee Movie so I brought my laptop over. No interrupting snuggle time! Lydia is my baby at 5 1/2. Lately, I've been thinking a lot about the passage of time and all those silly sayings, "it goes by so fast," "they grow up in the blink of an eye," and it is all so true. I guess that's why sayings become sayings???
It's hard to believe that in the fall, all my kids will be in school full day. Ten years seems like a short time to go from new mommy to mommy of school kids only. I got misty at the grocery store the other day looking at the BABY FOOD, thinking about all the things I won't buy again - diapers, Tylenol with a dropper, car seats. Now we're dealing with bullying, Hannah Montana, sleepovers, sports. Not that all the new experiences aren't wonderful in their own right (well, not the bullying). It's just that I miss that sweet newness and expectation.
On the other hand, I get to take my little guy on a ski trip without everyone else. He's old enough, and honestly a better skier than I am, to make it pretty easy. I was planning a visit to Park City with my sister and she broke her arm. Rather than ski alone all day, I'm going to take Owen and her little boy Sage, who is a buttkicking skier, along during the day and we'll all hang at night. So we're at a fun age, where he's old enough to be a little independent but not old enough to be embarrassed by me.
I realize how self-indulgent some of this melancholy is. We have our health, my husband still has a job and we live in a house we can afford! I'm just baffled by the fact that I'm 41 years old. How did THAT happen? Do you realize I can join AARP in only 8 1/2 years? That's absurd. Actually, that makes me feel like hyperventilating. I think I need a Girl Scout Cookie or ten....
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