This was not my plan.
The plan was to always, always have a baby so the day would never come that I would be home alone.
Now don't get me wrong. I will enjoy myself during my 3 1/2 hours child-free daily. But today I'm mourning the loss of my sweet little boy who is just growing up way too fast.
When I dropped him off, he was in hysterics. He was gripping me so tight and crying and saying, "Please don't leave me here mommy." My heart was breaking but I kept telling myself to keep it together until he went inside. I thought it would only be worse if I was crying too.
At this point I can no longer hold it in. Tears were streaming. Thank heavens for sunglasses.
I'm sure there were other moms there that thought I was crazy. There they were holding their babies and toddlers in their arms and thinking, "Geez, It's only kindergarten."
Not to me.
It's knowing my youngest child on earth is growing up.
It's missing a daughter that should be home with me.
It's humbly knowing that I'm not in charge of The Plan.
It's being home alone before you're ready.
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5 months ago
