It happened. She went to kindergarten. She was happy, I held it together. Until I got home. I walked in the door and the house was so quiet. No one asked me for anything, or held my hand or talked to me. Yes, I have been alone in the house before but this felt different.
She was so excited. He brother and sister had anxiety, they knew what they were in for and knew that it would not be all roses. This little one though, she was certain they built this school just for her. She was ready to take it by storm. Her hugs maybe lasted a bit longer than normal and then, off into class.
Mothers everywhere are sending their babies off to school for the first time, heck, I've sent to others off. This feels different.
I think it is almost like I feel like it is time to get to work, even though I have been working, staying home and providing a caring environment for the last twelve years. Now suddenly, it's like there is this large portion of time where I need to re-define myself. Yes, I am always a mom but now, between 8 and 3 I am not caring for anyone. I need to fill my days and there is this nagging part of me that feels compelled to fill the day with "meaningful endeavors", whatever those are.
Yes, today was the day and it was good but there is a small part of me that is just a little but sad that that part of my life is over......
steamed artichokes
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Artichokes are my favorite vegetable. My favorite way to eat them is the
way I have my whole life: cooked whole, each leaf dipped in a sharp lemony
sauce...
1 week ago