frazzled & frumpy

Adam at 6 months.  I didn't cry when my kids started school. Not once. I was glad. Yep, call me a bad mom, but it's true. I. Couldn't. Wait.   Not just for the break for me ( tho' that was part of it), but for what it meant for them. Learning new things, making friends, fun. Okay, mostly it was for the break for me. Next year, when Noah starts, there will be no tears. Trust me.  Adam is moving out tomorrow.  He's going to Job Corps where he'll get his diploma and get job training in culinary arts. It's a whole 10 minutes away. We've known about this for a couple months, but tonight, as his dad gave him a blessing, it hit me. My baby is leaving home. As I sat and listened to the blessing, I had this strange moment. His life flashed before my eyes. Seriously. I saw him as my black-haired baby, my tow-headed toddler, a kindergartner, a scout, and now, this- He's all grown up.  He towers over me.  He makes his own decisions and things like this m...

 I hurried you along today.  You were doing your thing, climbing counters, poking the cake I just made, playing the wii.   I was in a hurry.  'Time for school. Let's go.' I got you dressed, and didn't laugh at your antics.  'We need to hurry.'  You wanted to clean your own face- no time. I did it for you and you grimaced. Once we were ready (finally!) you insisted on going around the block.  My shoulders drooped. Fine. I tried to rush you as you got out your scooter.  'Come. On.' Down the street, I urged you to go faster.  'We'll be late.'   My poky little puppy, you had better things to do.  Like inspecting the 'snakes' left all over the sidewalk after yesterday's rain.  'Please don't stop.' when you did just that to make tracks in a nice circle of mud.  Standing at the corner, I almost tapped my foot with impatience. Then, as I watched you push/pull your scooter up the hill, I had a glimpse.  A moment...