Mommy Melt Down

I have to admit I have been a little down lately. My baby is getting ready to turn one and I don't know how the heck that year flew by. And my middle baby is getting ready to start kindergarten in the fall. Obviously, as a Mom I find such joy in watching them grow and develop into these wonderful little people. But, part of me wants to kick their legs out from under them when they start to walk and torture them with fun Mom days instead of park days with friends. Yeah, I know this is how Mom's get categorized as crazy.

From the time I can remember I was nursing animals, playing Mommy with my dollies, and planning out how I would have five kids by the time I turned 27 which was sooo old I couldn't even fathom the number. Basically, I have wanted to be a Mom. Some days I would say that's the only thing in the world I'm good at. Well, maybe not the only thing. I can make a mean chocolate chip cookie. But point being, I love being a Mom. I haven't always done the right thing or been the person I should be, but I did three things rights. I helped bring the most wonderful human beings in the world.

You can see from all my gushing, how I could be slightly upset that all my minnows are swimming away. My little LuLu had a playdate the other morning and the Mom honked, Alex grabbed her coat, gave me a "see ya Mom", and headed for the door. I think it was that very instant I realized it's happening. The pull, the cutting of the cord, the "you can drop me at the corner", the "uh Mom you're embarrassing me". Fight as I may it's inevitable. It's supposed to happen. But I don't have to like it.

So I write this blog to capture the times. To jot down memories of when my little people thought I could scale tall buildings. If nothing else, these stories will give me something to read while I wait parked blocks away waiting for my kids, who can't stand to be seen with me, to arrive.