It was a special day because it was dress weather. The girls have been waiting patiently through this insanely long winter to debut some of their spring dresses. And today was the day. It was sunny with a high of 70's and a forecast for plenty more sun the entire week.
I put A in a cute denim dress and pulled her hair up in a pony before sending her out the door with daddy to go to pre-school. I watched her go and struggled for a second or two debating if I should run out and give her one last kiss for the morning...
Is it possible that once you become a parent you enter into an unwelcome state of irrational mini-panic attacks every morning while watching your children go along their merry way to school? Why, yes. Yes, I think it is.
Some mornings are harder than others and without any warning you might have a flood of insecurity and anxiety.
This was that kind of day. I kissed their chubby cheeks and said good-bye at least 3 times. G had had enough of my cray cray behavior. For the 4th time that morning I beckoned her over to implore her for one LAST kiss. She shouted from the kitchen with her cute two-year old vocabulary, "I did al-leady!"
So with that, I left for work.
About Me
- borabora
- This blog was an accident. A conversation I had with my daughter changed my mind about blogging. Which is not too surprising considering she's been changing me (for the better) ever since her debut into this world. Anyway, back to the point, not all accidents are bad. Look at my second child, Gwen, for example...hehe. Ok, bad joke. (The 2nd child already has it hard enough as it is. Sorry Gwen.) I am a happy stay-at-home mama with two beautiful girls and an awesome hubby and I happen to find myself in many (accidental) situations that turn out to be the best thing ever. Hopefully this will be one of those times. Thanks for reading the mish-mosh of memories and musings that are being recorded as a gift for the two little girls that have captured my heart.
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