First, I know I’ve been pretty lucky over the last 6 years to have the chance to stay at home with my kids during most weekdays. I have worked a variety of schedules, full time, part time, nights, and weekends, since my daughter was born almost 8 years ago. Before my son was born 4 1/2 years ago, I had many days where I got loads of one on one time with my daughter. Once she started kindergarten, it was my son’s turn to have mommy to himself. And now, I have exactly 6 days of this left.
I mean, he’s been in preschool for the last 2 years. He’s been coming with me to BabyLove since we opened our doors in 2011. He has sat in on meetings, come along for tours of properties, sat through car seat classes; most of the time, he’s done really well. Lunches have been just the two of us for 3 years. Since he needed to eat, that usually meant that I also made myself lunch. We’ve gone on errands, play dates, visited my grandmother…just the two of us. He helps me fold laundry. Hopefully, once I publish this blog post, he’ll help me clean the toy room.
When I first found out that I was going to have a son, I had no clue how I’d end up relating to him. I grew up with two sisters, no brothers. Little boys were foreign to me. But my own little boy has been really good at showing me the ropes. We have our groove, our routine, and once summer vacation starts, that era will be over. Both he and his sister will be home for the summer break, God help me, and then he will be off to kindergarten in September.
Look, I know I will still have chances to spend time with him and just him, just as I have had chances to do so with his sister. And I know that he is beyond ready to go off to school full time in the Fall (hello, the crazy boy can read and knows how to do simple addition in his head). I also know that BabyLove, my “third child”, will benefit from my free-er time. It’s just sad, you know?
However, just as has happened with his sister, I am excited to watch both of them grow and thrive in their new school next year. I am looking forward to the new adventures. I am looking forward to being able to go different places with them. I am looking forward to seeing how much both kids will grow. As much as I am sad that this is one of my last remaining afternoons with just my sweet little boy, nothing in life is permanent. I will relish (most of) the time I have left with him. I don’t have much of a choice otherwise, do I? =)
Oh, but I do have a question: Who is going to make sure I don’t forget to eat lunch once both of my kids are in school? That I am worried about.