I read this post yesterday and it sums up my feelings....so I am coping it and posting here:
My kids went back to school today. A great, hard day. The empty house greeted me with more of a void than peace. I don't like this feeling. A frequent reminder of life's acceleration only continuing to accelerate. The tears came as I found myself instantly craving the past. I just want you to be six years old again. Can you do that? Can we please go back? I want brush your hair after a bath. I want to read Chicka chicka boom boom. I want to smell the Johnson and Johnson lavender lotion. I want to snuggle with you in your flannel onesies. I don't want THIS change. Motherhood has so much sad to it. It just does. Sadness married to Joy; a horrendous union. But, a truthful one. And even acknowledging this truth doesn't help make it less sad. It might sound stoic or poetic to embrace this synthesis of opposites. My kids are growing up and I am grateful they can grow and develop and have these experiences but it makes me sad as they move away from being dependent on me, but I know they need to do it.
Rebecca sent this picture to me - to came up in her memories from 12 years ago
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