There is some major tugging going on at my uterus strings today. If you’re unfamiliar with this phenomenon, it’s similar to the feeling you have when something is pulling at your heartstrings. It’s just more dramatic and only mothers are afflicted with it. It’s also closely related to mother’s guilt.
Today is my baby girl’s last day of summer vacation before she heads off to first grade. Somehow I’m both excited and depressed at the thought of the new school year. The house will be much quieter without my little Rosebud hounding me for things to do.
Quiet means more work can be done. But more work is a sad substitution for little arms wrapping around your neck and an equally little voice rattling off all the ways in which she loves you.
Don’t get me wrong. There have been plenty of times in the last few weeks when I’ve audibly wondered when school starts again. I’m no Stepford wife. My kids regularly drive me insane, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to miss the little booger.
When the sadness creeps in, you have to look for the bright side, right? I can’t wait to see the excited look on Ellie’s face when her sister emerges from the bus in the afternoons. I can’t wait for afternoon snacks and listening to all of the details of the day (who wasn’t talking to who and who wouldn’t stop talking at circle time). I can’t wait for special weekday crafts, shuffling around to activities that bring a big smile of excitement, and bedtime stories.
Bedtime stories are always the best. There’s nothing quite like snuggling up in a warm bed with an excited little reader (or two) and jumping into a new adventure together. So when I’m missing my big girl while she’s away, I’ll just have to look forward to our nightly story and the ceaseless chatter that comes along with it.
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