I can't even put into words how much I miss the kids being around. Everyone keeps telling me I'll get used to it and eventually love it. But I just don't know if I will. Today is a gorgeous, crisp fall day. All I could think about this morning was heading to Briggs with Gianna to feed the animals and taking her to the playground. She was so upset last night saying she never has enough time anymore to play with her stuffed friends. And you know what? She's right.
Why am I so sad? Will I ever be able to accept these changes? It's been two weeks and I still don't feel better about it. What's wrong with me? Why do all the other mothers seem to be fine?
But hey, I'm not totally alone. I have KoKo to keep me company....
I remember when Julia went off to first grade I felt exactly like this but at least I had Gianna home still. So Gianna and I made a picnic lunch that first day of school two years ago, and I put our lunch on handprint plates that Nicholas and Julia had made at preschool. I know...sappy. For a moment, I started to cry, yet again, just thinking about them at school all day. Gianna looked at me and said, "MOM! They're coming back!!!" She snapped me right out of it. So yes, they are coming back at 3:30...everyday...and they are still young. I have many more years with them "home" with me. I'll be just fine.
We went apple picking last weekend. We found this new place last year and it is fantastic. Tons and tons of apples and lots of yummy food...
Like homemade donuts....
and unbelievably good kettle corn made fresh....
2 comments:
Hot Kettle Corn! Yummy in the tummy!
I understand that lonely feeling from long ago when the 4 of you went off to the Oldham. It took forever to get over that feeling, but I did had the 'Clothes Closet' to keep me busy and distracted.
I spent a few hours with Dini today. We had lunch at the 'Mug', egg salad sandwiches... mmmm. Nice to catch up on what the little rascals are doing. They keep busy with so many things. You are a great mom, Dini!
Later,
Mom/Nana
awww...
sista
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