After watching Stella Dallas on TCM last night I had to get into bed with Preschooler D. When is the last time he will let me crawl in? I think about this a lot right now. When will he last sit in my lap? This morning we went for a walk. The top of his head hit the canopy of the stroller. When will his last ride be?
On Wednesday I am going with Colin on his class trip to see "Everything a 6th grader should see in the state capitol." To be honest, I'm not really looking forward to it, but he is glad I am coming. Is the day coming when he won't want me there?
S'daughter Shelby is here for the week before her summer job begins. She is looking for her big post-graduation job. Will she ever have the freedom to come and stay for this length of time again? Will she ever have time again to sit with D and play playdough?
Oh, motherhood. Sometimes it's like a great punch in the stomach.