Today's 100 words:
I need to do something scary today. I don't want to do it; I don't want to subject myself to the flood of emotion sure to hit as I open the door to the crawl space, but it's time to sort through my five-year-old son's baby clothes and pass some along to my friend's new baby. I want to help my friend--there's no question about that--but it's hard for me to give away my child's possessions. The idea of not owning them anymore breaks my heart. I keep trying to remind myself that they're just things.
Showing posts with label sadness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sadness. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Friday, February 17, 2012
Knot in my stomach, lump in my throat
Today's 100 words:
I woke up this morning with a knot in my stomach as I thought once again about how quickly my kids, especially my son, are growing up. It's kindergarten registration time here, and the fact that he'll be in school all day after this summer makes me want to cry. I wish I could stop the days from passing so quickly. I don't want to miss a moment, and while sometimes I can push my sadness aside, as my son gets closer to finishing preschool and grows bigger and stronger each day, I can't help the lump in my throat...
I woke up this morning with a knot in my stomach as I thought once again about how quickly my kids, especially my son, are growing up. It's kindergarten registration time here, and the fact that he'll be in school all day after this summer makes me want to cry. I wish I could stop the days from passing so quickly. I don't want to miss a moment, and while sometimes I can push my sadness aside, as my son gets closer to finishing preschool and grows bigger and stronger each day, I can't help the lump in my throat...
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Because I know you've all been holding your breath...
Well, not really. :)
But since I've been writing so frequently about how excited my son has been to start school, I thought I would update on his first day, which was today. The verdict?
He loved it!
Although today was his first official day, it was really parent/child day, an hour-long meet and greet in which the kids and parents took a tour of the locker room (this is a YMCA program, and one thing the teachers focus on is swimming), the kids played, and the parents and teachers visited. My son did really well. I think he was excited to have the opportunity to play with other little boys--finally. (Most of my friends have girls, so up until now, the majority of his playdates have been all girls, plus him.) When I chatted with one of the teachers, I could hear my son screaming and laughing as he and some other boys played a game that might have been called "Get Away from the Monster." He was having so much fun!
I also enjoyed my hour in the classroom. It was fun watching the kids get to know each other, and it was hilarious to listen to some of the things they said. When the teacher, Miss Krista, asked the kids what the rules should be for walking down to the locker room, one little boy remarked that everyone should keep his hands to himself and not poke the other kids. Miss Krista agreed that that was a very good rule, and then another child piped up, asking, "But it's okay if we touch ourselves, right?" The adults (including the teachers) all burst out laughing, and Miss Krista dryly remarked that she thought it was time to let that discussion go. I love listening to the kids and wish I could be a fly on the wall. Think of all the great story ideas one could find in a room full of four-year-olds!
Thursday is my son's first day alone in class--and therefore the first day I have to deal with my anxiety about leaving him there. I'm still a little nervous and a lot sad about having to be away from my "baby" for six hours each week. I know I'll probably cry, but for his sake, I'll try to keep a smile on my face until I leave the building. Having my daughter to distract me will help, I'm sure, and I know the hours will pass quickly. Before I know it, it will be time to pick him up and listen to him chatter excitedly about all the wonderful things he learned.
And his excitement is worth any sadness I'll feel.
There's no doubt about that.
But since I've been writing so frequently about how excited my son has been to start school, I thought I would update on his first day, which was today. The verdict?
He loved it!
Although today was his first official day, it was really parent/child day, an hour-long meet and greet in which the kids and parents took a tour of the locker room (this is a YMCA program, and one thing the teachers focus on is swimming), the kids played, and the parents and teachers visited. My son did really well. I think he was excited to have the opportunity to play with other little boys--finally. (Most of my friends have girls, so up until now, the majority of his playdates have been all girls, plus him.) When I chatted with one of the teachers, I could hear my son screaming and laughing as he and some other boys played a game that might have been called "Get Away from the Monster." He was having so much fun!
I also enjoyed my hour in the classroom. It was fun watching the kids get to know each other, and it was hilarious to listen to some of the things they said. When the teacher, Miss Krista, asked the kids what the rules should be for walking down to the locker room, one little boy remarked that everyone should keep his hands to himself and not poke the other kids. Miss Krista agreed that that was a very good rule, and then another child piped up, asking, "But it's okay if we touch ourselves, right?" The adults (including the teachers) all burst out laughing, and Miss Krista dryly remarked that she thought it was time to let that discussion go. I love listening to the kids and wish I could be a fly on the wall. Think of all the great story ideas one could find in a room full of four-year-olds!
Thursday is my son's first day alone in class--and therefore the first day I have to deal with my anxiety about leaving him there. I'm still a little nervous and a lot sad about having to be away from my "baby" for six hours each week. I know I'll probably cry, but for his sake, I'll try to keep a smile on my face until I leave the building. Having my daughter to distract me will help, I'm sure, and I know the hours will pass quickly. Before I know it, it will be time to pick him up and listen to him chatter excitedly about all the wonderful things he learned.
And his excitement is worth any sadness I'll feel.
There's no doubt about that.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
That first big step
I'm sure I'll probably write more about this as the day gets closer, but for now, here's 100 words:
My four-year-old starts preschool in about two weeks, and the thought makes me want to cry. I'm not ready to let go of him. He and I have been together every day since he was born. Every day. We don't have family here, and I have a difficult time trusting babysitters, so we've never left the kids with anyone. My husband says I'm being ridiculous, but I don't think that's fair. He works outside the home; he's had practice being away from the kids. I haven't had that. This is going to be hard for me.
My four-year-old starts preschool in about two weeks, and the thought makes me want to cry. I'm not ready to let go of him. He and I have been together every day since he was born. Every day. We don't have family here, and I have a difficult time trusting babysitters, so we've never left the kids with anyone. My husband says I'm being ridiculous, but I don't think that's fair. He works outside the home; he's had practice being away from the kids. I haven't had that. This is going to be hard for me.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Stalker
Today's 100 words:
He'd been stalking her Facebook page for more than a year, checking every day to see what she was doing and who her friends were. Each time he breathed a sigh of relief to find that she didn't appear to be dating anyone. Even though they hadn't been together for years--even though he was now married--he knew that seeing her gush about another man would crush him.
He was right. Last week he saw those words, felt her excitement through the lines. His heart splintered as he remembered what they'd had and what might have been.
He'd been stalking her Facebook page for more than a year, checking every day to see what she was doing and who her friends were. Each time he breathed a sigh of relief to find that she didn't appear to be dating anyone. Even though they hadn't been together for years--even though he was now married--he knew that seeing her gush about another man would crush him.
He was right. Last week he saw those words, felt her excitement through the lines. His heart splintered as he remembered what they'd had and what might have been.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Weeding my bookshelves (and book boxes)
As much as I hate to do it, I've finally decided that I have to give away some of my books. I no longer have room for them, especially as the kids get older and their things take up more and more space in our tiny house. I'll keep my favorite ones, of course, but I plan on donating most of the others to the library or to the Salvation Army.
Have any of you ever weeded your bookshelves? I feel like I'm giving away my kids...
Have any of you ever weeded your bookshelves? I feel like I'm giving away my kids...
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