A friend of mine quoted Gretchen Rubin’s “the days are long but the years are short” on her A Gym Tale blog the other week and it’s been echoing in my head ever since. Being a stay-at-home-mom for the last 3.5 years, I frequently wonder where my day – or week! – has gone; the days are a blur of classes and play dates, snacks and cleaning, naps and baths and finally, blessedly, bedtime. Some days I am certain that I have the best life I could ever hope to have, but I’ll admit that I certainly have my fair share of days that have me tearing my hair out, and there are afternoons that seem endless and bedtimes that just can’t come fast enough!
(photo by Carol-Ann Photography)
But today I enroll my first baby in her first year of school and I’m having a hard time reconciling the baby I remember taking home from the hospital, less than 10 hours after giving birth, thinking “I have no idea what I’m doing! Why are the letting me take this baby home with me?” to this big girl who’s going to heading off to full-day Junior Kindergarten in the fall!
(photo by Elizabeth Fulton Photography)
Now instead of worrying about how I’m going to fill our days and keep us busy, I’m worried about what I’m going to do when Ashlyn is gone all day! How will she do in a class full of strangers (none of her friends will be going to the same school that she’ll be attending)? How will I put her on the bus for her first day without crying myself? What will her little sister do without her best friend and constant playmate?
Can anyone freeze time, because I’m just not ready for this. The days are long but my goodness, the years just fly by!