I have to set the alarm for 6:30am. It's been a while since I've done this. I usually wake up with the birds but lately the Comerford house has not rolled over until 7:15 or so. I am still blaming the heat for everything.
Tomorrow I am working 8-12 so I can leave an go to Open House at Amelia's Pre-School. I have all of her school supplies in my greenwise bag and her immunization records are paper-clipped onto the bag. Amelia has a fun Lilly Pulitzer shift dress ironed and ready to wear to meet her teacher. But guess what? I don't think I'm ready for this.
I will admit that up until this day I have thought all you Mom's were so hokey getting all dramatic about starting school. I mean, in my opinion, there just isn't enough handprint art in the world. I can't get enough of it. We may have to purchase a larger refrigerator.
But something clicked today and I realized that it's not about starting school. It's not about sending her to a new place. It's about taking that next step in life. It's about this little person that I so carefully brought home from the hospital sitting in a classroom like a big girl. Every new step and growth phase is a cocktail of excitement and heartbreak.
We just had a momentary pause while I went to answer a crying baby. This never happens at 11pm and if it does she just cries it out. Tonight she is laying in my lap sleeping on my chest. Maybe she knew Mommy needed a little love.