I'm not the kind of mother I thought I was
Four has started full day preschool. Not everyday, but M/W/F. She'd been going from 9-12:00, staying for Lunch Bunch after her class ended. She loved it. She was begging me to let her stay in the afternoons. OK. Last week, I let her try it out on Wednesday. Happy as a clam. On Friday when I went to pick her up right after lunch, she ran and hid, saying she wanted to stay all day. So, I signed her up for all day.
Yesterday was the start of it. Honestly? I thought I'd be the mom who had a party on the driveway the day I sent my last kid off to school. However, I was sad. I dropped her off and went to run my errands. Then I realized I didn't have to rush back. I went off to visit friends (my moms & Daniel group) called Bagels and Blocks. I was sad. I came home, had lunch and even laid down for a power nap. Then I raced out the door to pick her up. She was happy as a clam. Smiling. I was so glad to see her! We raced home to get the other three off the bus. And I realized something.
I had thought that perhaps I crazy, starting over with a new baby. After all, Four is out of diapers, in school, practically reading. Going back to the beginning definitely seemed a bit nuts. But, I'm not ready for that next chapter. I still have a little left in this one. And it'll be here, June is right around the corner. I'll be back to diapers and nursing and sleepless nights. There may be colic, the witching hour from 5-6pm and baby spit up on all my clothes. That's exactly what I am ready for. Frick, Frack, Fred and Four may be growing up, but this new baby will be just what I need. We'll spend our days driving Four to school, taking all the other girls here and there but I'll still be doing the baby things too. And I'm happy about it.
Please remind me of this is in a few months, when I'm bleary eyed from lack of sleep, walking around in spit-stained clothes and my hair looks like a haystack. I'll need the reminder, I'm sure!
Yesterday was the start of it. Honestly? I thought I'd be the mom who had a party on the driveway the day I sent my last kid off to school. However, I was sad. I dropped her off and went to run my errands. Then I realized I didn't have to rush back. I went off to visit friends (my moms & Daniel group) called Bagels and Blocks. I was sad. I came home, had lunch and even laid down for a power nap. Then I raced out the door to pick her up. She was happy as a clam. Smiling. I was so glad to see her! We raced home to get the other three off the bus. And I realized something.
I had thought that perhaps I crazy, starting over with a new baby. After all, Four is out of diapers, in school, practically reading. Going back to the beginning definitely seemed a bit nuts. But, I'm not ready for that next chapter. I still have a little left in this one. And it'll be here, June is right around the corner. I'll be back to diapers and nursing and sleepless nights. There may be colic, the witching hour from 5-6pm and baby spit up on all my clothes. That's exactly what I am ready for. Frick, Frack, Fred and Four may be growing up, but this new baby will be just what I need. We'll spend our days driving Four to school, taking all the other girls here and there but I'll still be doing the baby things too. And I'm happy about it.
Please remind me of this is in a few months, when I'm bleary eyed from lack of sleep, walking around in spit-stained clothes and my hair looks like a haystack. I'll need the reminder, I'm sure!
posted by Michelle at 12:19 PM
1 Comments:
It's funny because I may be going through a wee little bit of this. Not that we are contemplating a third, but rather that I'm dragging my heels about putting the little one in five day nursery school next year.
That totally didn't happen with kid #1.
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