Tonight is the last night a child of mine will sleep under my roof as a resident.
It hit me this morning as I was driving to visit my parents. This is going to be a major change. I have had the very viable threat of a child bursting into my room in the middle of the night now for 24 years of my life, so that would make it be since I was about 9 years old (haha). There will be no more late night runs to swing on the swings at the playground. No more 1am talks after being awakened by a crying daughter. No more Housewives of the OC or Beverly Hills or New Jersey marathons over pints of Ben and Jerry’s frozen yogurt.
I went through this with my son already. It took me a while to stop tearing up every time I caught a whiff of something that smelled like him, even the bad smells lol. Oh wait, those always made me tear up. 🙂 Now I get to do it all over again, and this time there is no runner-up waiting in the wings to take over the job of allowing me to mother them. I know I will cry more than once, and I know I will worry. I know my dog Vince will allow me to baby him because he is the neediest, clingiest dog I ever met, and I know Rick will hug me when I need hugging. I’m lucky I have that. I could be going this alone.