It’s been exactly one month to the day since I’ve posted last. That has got to be some kind of record for me!
Why have I been away for so long? Well, to be truthful, I just haven’t been all that into blogging. I’ve been enjoying the summer and just did not want to take the time to keep my blog active.
And I don’t even care if that’s a bad-blogger-thing-to do.
I really don’t!
Because I’ve had a wonderful break.
But I’m back now…
because school has started up and I have so much extra time.
Okay, that’s not true.
I’m still homeschooling
(just a 2nd grader this year)
and the rest are in school.
That’s REGULAR school, people. We are becoming the norm around here.
At least this year we are.
Next year? Well, next year I might be homeschooling a 1st grader and a 3rd grader.
I just might be.
Unless I decide to put them in regular school.
I just might do that.
It’s too early to decide next year right now.
So what I’m saying is this: nothing is set in stone, and wherever they end up is where they should be.
Because we can make anything work! Yes, we can.
My 3rd child is in her senior year of high school this school year. Right now as I type she is trying to narrow her college choices down to just ten. She will be sending in her college applications soon.
She will be the first child to move out of this house. It will happen next summer.
I’m slightly freaking out about that.
So what have I been doing to counter this panicked feeling?
I have been flopping on her bed more, just to chit-chat and catch up on our days.
I have been poking my head into her room more, just to say hello.
I’ve been snapping random photos of her more than ever.
99.9% of the time this is what I find when I poke my head inside of her room
She says I’m acting strange…what’s my deal, she asks.
My deal is this: Just when the heck did you grow up?
Where was I that day when you stopped crawling into my bed at night?
When you stopped asking me to read you a bedtime story?
When did I last put a Band-aide on one of your boo-boos?
On her first day of preschool, 1999
So I’m thinking in terms of one year. I have one year left of her childhood.
Just one year.
The clock…it is ticking!
I feel like I need to do more than ever with her these next 12 months.
Did I ever play Scrabble with her?
Did we ever watch Steel Magnolias together and share a box of tissue?
Go to a midnight premiere together?
With the older two I didn’t have this panicked feeling.
I knew those two had plans to live at home while attending college.
So I knew I had lots of time with them.
But this one? She’s got other plans.
She’s always had other plans.
I’ve always known that she would be the first to move out of the family home.
And for the most part I’m okay with that.
I just didn’t expect it to sneak up on me so soon!
me and my baby girl, 1996
One year left.
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