“Do you ever see your kids in “grown up” clothes and you get a lump in your throat and you start crying uncontrollably? Yeah me too, like right now.
It’s that day of the year, where I clean out our girl’s closets and drawers, shop their closets, and make a list of what they need for the school year. Today I went through our oldest daughter’s clothes first, and her little sister was all too happy to try on the “big girl clothes”. When she walked the catwalk down the hallway in her first maxi-dress swaying her little hips – the panic hit me.
She’s not a baby anymore, she starts Kindergarten in three weeks, and I’m not going to have anymore “alone” time with her everyday after preschool.
How does this happen so fast?
And to makes things even crazier, after five long years of wetting at night, she’s finally stopped. She doesn’t need need pull-ups suddenly and I need time to stand still now.
I don’t want her to learn how to say her “r’s” correctly. I don’t want her to get dressed or pour her own juice without my help. I don’t want her to leave me from 8:15-2:30. I want her to be with me everyday, need me, and it’s breaking my heart that school is almost starting.
I know there are thousands of meme’s and posts around social media with moms counting down the seconds until kids go back to school, but I’m not that mom. I love being home with our girls, even when they fight. I love not having anywhere to be. I love watching Descendants 2 for the fourth time, because they cuddle on the couch and I can still hold them.
I’m simply not ready for summer to end.
So if you need me – I’ll still be here savoring every last freaking second of my baby’s last summer before school. Trying to remember every detail of her adorable little voice, and the way she mispronounces “mow-lawner”.
Because I only have 13 summers left, and I want to make them count.”
Credit: Kristen Hewitt