Tuesday, September 4, 2012

What A Feeling being All By Myself.

First day of school.  Thing 1 returning to school and Thing 2 starting her first day of school ever.  This is truly a bittersweet moment for me.  In fact, it is almost complete and utter torture. 

Yes, they are going off into the real world to learn the goods they need to know to mold them into the young beings they are and eventually help them achieve what their little hearts desire to become in the future.  It's good for them (as the Mr. keeps telling me).  But for me, my heart is crumbling into a million little pieces.  Of all the friends and fellow mothers I have spoken to over the summer, none seemed to anticipate the parting-ways-with-your-children as bad as I have been.  Every one of them were completely looking forward to it.  In fact, some seemed to be jumping for joy.  But not I.  I was told that it was probably because this would be my first time on my own, and that I would adjust, get used to it, and finally, appreciate it.  Maybe that is the case, but as for right now, at this very moment, I am missing those two sweet faces and the sound of their uncontrollable, contagious laughter that fills my home... miserably

Initially, when leaving the girls at their respective schools this morning, I did feel the sense of independence.  Though saddened, for a few moments I actually felt like Jennifer Beals from Flashdance doing her killer dance routine to the upbeat and energized song "What A Feeling"!  And then, like a blink of the eye, I was back to feeling like Bridget Jones sulking to "All By Myself".  I just have to keep telling myself that this is a hiatus and will resume to the norm before I know it.  Although, this is actually the norm and will just take getting used to.  So it goes to show, that as much as I think these two drive me up the wall sometimes, they are always forever in my heart

And yes, I will adjust.








Friday, January 27, 2012

Inside My Daughter's Heart

My daughter asked me some questions today about tattoos. After thoroughly explaining reasons as to why NOT to get a tattoo and my hopes of her NOT getting tattooed when she is an adult, she then proceeds to ask me "Does the needle go in your skin?" I firmly respond "Yes." She then asks "What if you got one right here?" (as she points to her chest.) "Where?" I ask. She says "Your heart." A concerned look must have come across my face. She proceeds by saying "Would it hurt God?" My response "How so?" And without hesitation she adds "You know, because God is in your heart."
The answer to that: Quite possibly so, my dear. Quite possibly so.