Good Lord! Who would have thought that a hot dog lunchable could bring a grown woman to tears. A woman who had birthed 2 babies weighing an average of 9.5 lbs. (yes, "naturally.") It started out innocent enough. Getting a lunch ready for my Kindergardener. Fridays will now be "lunchable" days as a reward for a good week. Then I think," Who will open the ketchup for him? He always needs help." Then I think, "What if he can do it by himself now?" At this point, the tears are flowing freely. My baby is growing up. Has been right under my nose. I watch him create Lego masterpieces that would put a 10-year-old to shame. He talks like a 12-year-old. I know he's big. But for all my child tips and tricks and what-to-do-ifs, these hot dogs certainly put me in my place. I don't have an answer for why I am crying over the ketchup. I don't think I'll ever be ready to send him off out into the big, mean, ugly world. I know millions of moms have done it before me, but how did they get through it? My first thought is wine. Lots of it. Second, I should probably stop watching the news. Third. Hmm. I guess I just take a deep breath and plunge headfirst into our new Elementary school life and hold on for the ride. I'm sure there will be many lessons for all of us to learn. And I bet I'm going to get through it. Still gonna have some wine in the cabinet, just in case...
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