I'm a thirty-something stay-at-home wife and mom who likes to wander through my very strange childhood memories.
I was bawling before it was even half over. I've been taking more time to make each day more important, more meaningful, more full of smiles and less anger, more lullabies and kisses. This time of transition where I learn to make room for the next child is really hitting me hard as I watch each day end with my sleeping son in my arms. I'd give anything to back and do wach day like I have been the last little while, but I can't. How does one ever learn to let their children grow up?
I am sobbing here. (Quite honestly it is very embarrassing, and Craig is tipping his head wondering what happened. I just smiled at him).Thank you so much. If this is not on the board, please post it! Can I post it on my blog? I don't even know where you got it, but I needed it today!
Mattsmom, Yup, got it from the board. Feel free to post on your blog! :)
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