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I HATE SCHOOL!!!
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Aug. 8th, 2005 | 08:43 am
mood: 
contemplative
The kids are off. They packed their booksacks and dressed in record time, anxious to begin a new school year. As always, they looked absolutely magnificent dressed in their uniforms with the new tennis shoes, hair done up perfectly.
One would think after 5 years of seeing my children off to school each morning I would be used to it by now. No way. I love having them home with me. There is never a dull moment and they never cease to amaze me with their little quips, witty remarks, and even their terrific sqwabbles. I love the lazy days of summer, sleeping in, cuddling with cartoons, having deep conversations about life and all that goes along with spending exorbitant amounts of time with 2 children under the age of 10.
I really wish someone would have warned me about how hard it is to be a parent. Eh...can't say that I would have done a single thing differently. I mean, here I am pregnant again even though I know all about the joys and aches that go along with being a parent.
It just never gets any easier. When they start kindergarten, you're all up in arms over the seperation. When they start 4th grade you're all upset over the fact that he's only got 2 more years until he's officially not your little boy anymore. 2nd grade is like the rite of passage from still clinging to that baby stage into full fledged little girldom.
Each grade carries with it new milestones for your children and there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop it. Trying to savor each day with them and make memories that will last a lifetime is the only thing that helps the passage of time.
It seems like yesterday they were coming home from the hospital, taking their first steps, speaking their first words, starting pre-school and kindergarten. This must mean tomorrow is college graduation, weddings, their first children, ARGH!
Then there is this. Watching them leave you in the morning, going to a place where you will not be. Trusting a building full of strangers to care for your kids. Having your kids go with happiness and a willing determination to conquer another area of their lives...without you. Our whole goal as parents is to raise them to know they are loved and to be independent from you...one day. We've succeeded thus far. Knowing we've done well isn't helping to ease the feelings of loss.
Does anyone own a Time Slower Downer or even a time machine? I'd be glad to pay for rental.
One would think after 5 years of seeing my children off to school each morning I would be used to it by now. No way. I love having them home with me. There is never a dull moment and they never cease to amaze me with their little quips, witty remarks, and even their terrific sqwabbles. I love the lazy days of summer, sleeping in, cuddling with cartoons, having deep conversations about life and all that goes along with spending exorbitant amounts of time with 2 children under the age of 10.
I really wish someone would have warned me about how hard it is to be a parent. Eh...can't say that I would have done a single thing differently. I mean, here I am pregnant again even though I know all about the joys and aches that go along with being a parent.
It just never gets any easier. When they start kindergarten, you're all up in arms over the seperation. When they start 4th grade you're all upset over the fact that he's only got 2 more years until he's officially not your little boy anymore. 2nd grade is like the rite of passage from still clinging to that baby stage into full fledged little girldom.
Each grade carries with it new milestones for your children and there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop it. Trying to savor each day with them and make memories that will last a lifetime is the only thing that helps the passage of time.
It seems like yesterday they were coming home from the hospital, taking their first steps, speaking their first words, starting pre-school and kindergarten. This must mean tomorrow is college graduation, weddings, their first children, ARGH!
Then there is this. Watching them leave you in the morning, going to a place where you will not be. Trusting a building full of strangers to care for your kids. Having your kids go with happiness and a willing determination to conquer another area of their lives...without you. Our whole goal as parents is to raise them to know they are loved and to be independent from you...one day. We've succeeded thus far. Knowing we've done well isn't helping to ease the feelings of loss.
Does anyone own a Time Slower Downer or even a time machine? I'd be glad to pay for rental.
