Grateful – #blessedin2013

What a wonderful outlook to have.
What a wonderful outlook to have.

Way too often, we let all the crap that happens in life bring us down.  Sometimes life is hard.  Sometimes it’s really, really hard.  There is no doubt that everyone today has something or other to deal with.  Something that keeps us from saying “life is perfect.”

Yes, sometimes life sucks.  And sometimes we look around us and we feel like we are alone in our misery and that no one understands.  Trust me when I say that is not true.  We all have times of despair, and if you feel bad, all you have to do is look around to find someone that has it as bad or worse, who has been there before, or will go there someday.  No one is immune.

In the meantime, it certainly helps to look around you and count your blessings.  Remember all the good things you have in life to be thankful for.  I made a New Years resolution this year, to post on Twitter every single day of 2013 something in my life that I’m grateful for.  I’m going to use the hashtag #blessedin2013.  I’m sure that some will be profound, but others may be as simple as someone thinking about me or doing something for me in a tiny little way that made my day better.

Life is hard sometimes.  As human beings I truly believe it’s in our nature to care.  To care about what happens to us, and to other people.  It affects us.  But if you stop and add up all the good things in your life it helps.  It may not take away all the bad stuff, but it may help make that bad stuff just a bit more bearable.

I wish you all the best in 2013.  I hope it is an amazing year, filled with wonderful things.  I hope you’ll join me over on Twitter and remember for yourself all the great things you have to be grateful for.

#blessedin2013

 

Countdown to Christmas

ChristmasAh, Christmas.  Truly one of my most favourite times of year.  Growing up, Christmas was always big in our family.  Pepere loved Christmas.  He really got the true spirit of what it is supposed to be about.  I am so grateful that he passed this on to us.  I know that it is because of him, and in turn my Mom, that Christmas is such a special time and that it means so much to me.  I hope that I can pass this on to my son and someday to my grandchildren, so that the spirit of Christmas stays alive in our family.

I know that some people don’t like Christmas because of how commercial it has become.  I agree that for some it has become more about what you need to buy, and what you have to do.  I also think that Christmas – like most everything else – is about what you make it.  Yes, it’s commercial, but in my home, it’s still about the same old thing:  getting together with your family, eating and drinking lots, listening to some Christmas music, and exchanging a few gifts.  The commercial part of it only gets to us and bothers us if we let it.  The spirit of Christmas is alive and well in our home as we sit by the tree and enjoy a glass of eggnog.

I also know that Christmas can be a very tough time of year for some people.  Those that have lost a loved one, those that have loved ones that they can’t be with.  Those that don’t have the money for gifts that wish they could buy tons of things for their loved ones but can’t.  I remember the Christmas of 1996.  Our first Christmas without Pepere.  That was the hardest Christmas ever.  The thought of sitting around the tree celebrating when the focal point of Christmases past was no longer with us – seemed like a crazy thought to us all.  I’m sure my mother would have taken a sleeping pill and slept through the whole thing.  None of us were ready.  So the whole family up and went to the Dominican Republic for a week that year.  And two weeks the following year.  Was it nice?  Of course.  Did we have fun?  You bet.  Was it Christmas?  Well…..kinda, but not really.  It was great, but when Christmas came around the following year, I think we all knew it was time to face reality, and to have Christmas continue on.  I wasn’t married yet, but I had started seeing Joe, and I knew that I would want my children when I had them to experience Christmas as I had growing up – and not decorating a palm tree with lights.  Not that palm trees and sandy beaches aren’t great for some, but it wasn’t Christmas to me.  I knew that if I wanted my child(ren) to experience the wonderful type of Christmas I grew up with, it was up to me to give it, just as my parents and grandparents had given it to me.

So here we are, December 2012.  Some of my shopping done (much of it online now – thank God).  I have plans to do my baking this week, I’m doing a craft with a friend this weekend and having folks over for dinner and doing a family Christmas too.  We’ve written and mailed Nicholas’ letter to Santa and the decorations are up.  I’m excited.  I’m excited to watch my little guy get excited about Christmas, and talk to him about the Advent wreath and light a candle with him each week.  I love the lights, and the smells, and the feeling that comes with finding that perfect gift for someone that you love.

I hope you all have an amazing Christmas season.  If for some reason you’re not loving it, or you’re hurting at this time of year, or missing someone, or bah-humbuging about something, I’m sorry.  I hope that you will find joy in your own way.  Be thankful for what you do have, for the people in your life, for the joy in Christmases from the past.  I learned a very important lesson back in the Christmases of 1996, 1997 and 1998:  we all have in mind what Christmas is supposed to be.  Sometimes things happen in life that just don’t make it possible.  In order to be happy, I think we have to try to work with what we have, and be willing to accept that things change, and we need to change with them.  I know that I will never, ever have the Christmas that I had growing up again.  But that’s okay, because I’m not supposed to.  As a wife and a mommy, it’s now my job to make it the best it can be for my family.  That may not be exactly what I had growing up, but aspects of it will be there, along with special touches of our own.

Love to all this Christmas season.

Peace.

All that Thanksgiving crap…

Booze? Yeah, I'm thankful for booze. But I'm more thankful for what this bottle represents.

Ah, Thanksgiving. One of my favourite holidays of the year. I know, you're thinking – this is going to be one of those sappy Thanksgiving posts where she shares all the things in life she's thankful for. Alas, you are correct.

So where do I start? Because seriously, the list is long. I'm pretty sure it would exhaust any polite reading threshold you may have and have you clicking on to find that perfect pumpkin pie recipe, which I happened to make the other day. Try this, it was very good.

Obviously the list starts with family for me. Family of course is multi-faceted, with a few branches. The first provides my foundation, my parents, grandparents, and everyone else that comes with them. I have been very fortunate to come from a very loving, supportive family. Each and every one of them made me who I am today. My parents are the most amazing people I know. They have been there with me every step of the way throughout my life supporting me and being their awesome, amazing, generous selves.

Of course family for me has branched out to my amazing husband with whom I just celebrated 10 years of wedded bliss with last week. (See champagne, above). It hasn't all been roses, there have been times where mutual neck wringing has been considered. But I wouldn't change a thing. Every single moment of our marriage has brought us to where we are right now. Solid, happy, and possibly more in love with each other than we were 10 years ago. He is my other half, and I am so thankful for him, and the extended family he has brought into my life. Every day I wake up and make a conscious decision to work with him. To work on us. For us, and for the family we've built together.

Speaking of what we've built together, no list like this would be complete without the one thing I am most thankful in the world for: my son. Nicholas has brought so much joy and so much light into my life. I love that child so much that it doesn't seem like I could possibly love him any more. Then, remarkably, I wake up the next day, and I do love him more. He is an amazing kid, and it has been such a gift to watch him grow, and I can't believe how lucky I feel every single time that child calls me Mommy.

In addition to family, I am also blessed to have several good friends. If you're reading this, you know who you are. Some I've literally known forever, and some just a few years, and various amounts of time in between. However long I've known them, I have an amazing support system. I have no blood sisters, but I have several women who I could not love more if they were my sisters. I've learned a lot about friendship over the last few years, and incredibly lucky I am to have each and every one of them love me for who I am, no matter what.

I have several other things to be thankful for. My health, I realize how important that is. Employment for Joe and myself. In today's economy, we are both fortunate to have jobs that put a roof over our head and food on the table. I'm thankful for all the pleasures I enjoy in life, and that I'm physically able to enjoy them – cooking, reading, music, technology – all those little things that shape my life. I'm thankful for them all.

I hope you all are able to come up with a good long list of all the things you're thankful for. And if you've read this far, I'm thankful for you too.

Gobble Gobble.

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I’m a bad bad blogger…

The customary (and very yummy) ice cream Birthday cake.

Life has been busy.  Very busy it seems.  The boy has been in school for a month now, and after a somewhat rocky start, he now hops on the bus with a “Bye!  Have a good day!” I now breathe while he is at school instead of watching the clock all day wondering how he is doing with a constant pain in my chest.  So we’re doing good.

I turned 35.  That was interesting.  I actually had a wonderful Birthday weekend.  I am extremely lucky to have amazing family and friends.  The number of Facebook posts, e-mails, e-cards, texts and phone calls that I received on the day was awesome.  I felt very loved.  I was able to have brunch with my dearest friend and hang out with her for a little while, which is always wonderful.  We had dinner with friends the night before and dinner with family the night of.  I’m very fortunate.

So between life, school, work, eating Birthday cake and premiere week of all my Shondaland shows, I’ve been pretty busy.  Which also means I’ve been a bad blogger.  I’ve not been a blogger at all.  I have a couple of book reviews to do, some recipes to post, and I’m sure a rant or two to share.

Life doesn’t look like it’s slowing down too much.  I’ve got a busy weekend ahead and then it’s off to Niagara Falls next week to celebrate 10 years of wedded bliss.  October always seems to be a busy month for us, and this one doesn’t look like it’s going to be much different.  Busy, but in a good way, with lots of good stuff going on.

I hope everyone is having a great fall, one of my favourite seasons.  Hey! It’s only 12 or so weeks till Christmas! 😉

Music is Life

Truer words have never been spoken. Music is life, and it frames our lives. At least it does mine.

It is part of almost everything I do. Driving from one place to another, doing housework, sitting at my desk at work, any form of exercise I can squeak out, mowing the lawn, having dinner with friends, it's there. Be it faintly in the background, or blaring in my ears, it's there. It carries me along through my tasks.

It is in the framework of my life. It sparks memories. There are songs associated with every person and place and time in my life. I have many fond, wonderful memories of my Pepere, but when the song “He'll Have to Go” by Jim Reeves comes up on my shuffle list, I can literally see him sitting back in his chair, smoking his pipe and enjoying the song. Any Fats Domino comes on and I immediately think of my Dad. Glen Miller “In the Mood,” and I can see Memere and Pepere cutting a rug like no other. There are so many songs that remind me of my Mom as well. Anything by Hank Williams Sr. or Charlie Pride, The Twist, and she's taken a recent liking to “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy.” Oh my…

I literally have a song associated with every relationship/love interest/infatuation I've ever had in my life. I turn on “Ray of Light” by Madonna, and I am literally back in the summer of 1998. 20 years old, the first summer of my relationship with Joe. Happy, not a care in the world, zipping around London with the top down and loving life.

I love all kinds of music. If I put a full shuffle on my playlist, you will hear quite a mixture of different genres. You'll hear some oldies, old style country, new style country, 60's, 70's – thanks Auntie Colette, lots from the 80's 90's, and current. You'll come across lots of show tunes, some gospel music, hip hop, etc, etc.

Spice Girls, Ozzy Osbourne, Roy Orbison, Guns N' Roses, Dolly Parton, Eric Clapton, Michael Jackson, Metallica, New Kids on the Block, ZZ Top, Patsy Cline, the list goes on. Then of course you're bound to stumble across a Backyardigans tune and a Mugglenet podcast here and there. Several Broadway musicals, and TONS of Glee – you can imagine that show is right up my alley. 🙂

Few things spark emotions in me the way music does. A well placed song will spark tears (good ones or bad ones) – thinking about parts in movies that made me cry when I watched them will not make me cry again. Hearing the music that was played during that part of the movie – almost sure to make me cry again.

Music connects people. It runs through every culture in every part of the world. It is played at gatherings, weddings, funerals, celebrations, things that bring people together. It is woven throughout society everywhere.

You'll know if you read this post from a while ago, that I had been away from going to church for quite a while. When Joe and I were dating and around the time of our marriage, we used to attend chruch in London and I loved it. The choir there was great, and they often used to sing a particular hymn called “You are the Voice.” It is a wonderful hymn, and when the choir there used to sing it, I felt like I could rise up through the rafters. We got married in that church and I made sure it was played during our wedding mass. The book that it was in was not at our local parish and I had never heard it before going there and did not expect to hear it again unless we went back to the London parish. Sitting in the pew with my Mom and Nicholas waiting for mass to start on my first Sunday back and the choir was singing a few songs. You can probably guess what I'm going to say next: if they didn't break into “You are the Voice.” I sat there in astonishment for a few seconds before my eyes filled – gosh I'm a crybaby. To me, that felt like God himself was reaching down from Heaven and using the best way He could with me to say: “Hey kid, welcome back.”

I'm seeing this love that I have being passed on to my son. He of course has been exposed to music since before he was born, kicks increasing drastically whenever “Alberta” by Eric Clapton would come on in the car. When he was very little, singing to him was the only way to get him to fall asleep. Now that he's older, he loves to sing – though he needs to work on his pitch a little 😉 and dance. His favourite show since he was 6 months old is the Backyardigans, and I'm sure that is because along with being very bright and colourful, it is full of singing and dancing. I try to encourage this in him, hoping that someday maybe he'll even take up an instrument, something that I have always wished I had done, but never had the opportunity.

So many songs have made an impact on my life, but I thought I would share a few here.

One of my favourites – Mama I'm Coming Home by Ozzy Osbourne. I never get tired of hearing it, playing it loud, belting it out. It always astonished me how he could go from being well, Ozzy – to having the most amazing voice when he sang.

Another one that brings back memories, for me and I'm sure for my Mother, because she had to hear it on repeat 50,000 times when I was in High School when I was pining over someone or another, was November Rain by Guns N' Roses. I'm sure she would still recognize it and roll her eyes after just the first few bars.

The Phantom of the Opera was the first piece of musical theatre I was ever exposed to. I was in Grade 6, and our music teacher taught us about the musical. I became slightly obsessed. It remains one of my favourites to this day. I saw it nine times in Toronto before it closed. It also introduced me to the voice of Michael Crawford, the original Phantom, who I still worship and would probably pay a very large sum of money to see live if I ever had the opportunity. It led to a deep love and appreciation for musical theatre, and I have seen many shows since.

 

There are so many more that have impacted me, that have made me into the person I am today, and I'm sure that there will be many more in the years to come. As Darren Criss, an extremely talented individual from Glee says above: “The cool thing about music is that no one can take it away from you.” This is so true. Music is so widespread, yet it is such an individual thing, a personal thing. A truly wonderful, magical, inspiring thing.

I would love to hear about how music has shaped you, helped you, formed you. Please feel free to hit the comments with your experiences.

Well that was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do

My big strong brave boy

Well, the first day of school has come and gone.  I had done a really good job of blocking the whole thing out of my mind, pushing aside the emotional part of it out of my head until the last possible minute.

We got up yesterday morning, he had his breakfast, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and got dressed.  He threw on his backpack and we took off down the street.

I really worried that him getting on the bus would be a problem.  I didn’t need to worry about that, he got on without a problem and sat down next to his friend.  The bus door closed and off it went.

So this was the last possible minute.  At this point, I couldn’t hold it in any longer.  I literally sobbed off all my makeup all the way home.  I was so happy that he got on the bus without a problem, but watching him through the bus window made my heart break to see my baby without me.  He was fine, but I know him well enough to know that he was stressing.  He’s an only child that has never been to daycare.  He is shy, and often has separation anxiety.  The boy was stressing.  But he was brave and did wonderful.

I talked to the teacher, and he did have some anxiety through the day and tended to attach himself to the teacher all day long.  His behaviour was typical of him, and I wasn’t surprised to hear any of it.  Overall, considering how overwhelming it must have felt to him, he did great.  Time will help, and the more comfortable he gets with the environment and the people, the better he will do.

We met him at the bus stop and he got off the bus and gave me a big hug.  If I hadn’t talked to the teacher, I never would have known that he had any anxiety at all.  He proclaimed how much he LOVED school as we made our way home.

This Mommyhood thing sure is an emotional roller coaster.  I feel like we’ve just left the gate.  Lots more to come. 🙂

 

‘Twas the Night Before Vacation Ended…

Summer lovin

Here we are. Summer is over. Okay, summer is not officially over, but come on, everyone looks at Labour Day weekend as the last long weekend of the summer. The kids start back to school tomorrow (mine starts Thursday), the nights are getting cooler, the mornings are getting cooler. When you drive down the road, you see the odd tree with the leaves turning already.

Not to say that's it's going to snow tomorrow. Heck, I can even see myself getting to the beach a couple more times in September. But the feeling is there. It's in the air. Fall is coming. I'm not complaining. Of all the seasons, fall is probably my favourite. I love walking outside with jeans and a sweatshirt on. I love the feeling of the crispness in the air. The leaves turning is inspiring and beautiful to me.

It's back to work for me tomorrow. I've had an amazing 10 days off. It's been full, but not to the point where I feel like I haven't had a vacation. We've spent plenty of time out and about, with a few veg days thrown in for good measure. Actually, the last couple of days we've been home, and I have to say….between the kid, and the dog…and the husband, if I wasn't going back to work tomorrow, I may have already said a few things that I would regret later. They are all starting to get on my nerves.

I got some stuff done. Some school shopping – I think we're pretty much ready – got the dog a haircut – I started and finished the biography of Steve Jobs. I got this book for Christmas and said that I wanted to read it on my vacation, when I would have time to dedicate to it. I totally didn't have much time at all to dedicate to it, but I finished it anyway today, and for sure in the very near future, I will be posting a review on it.

My kid starts school on Thursday. I have no idea how this is going to go, and though I'm thinking about it quite a bit, I'm trying not to dwell on it too much. If I really try to wrap my head around it, the waterworks will start. I'm thinking about it, but trying to block out the emotion of it until the day. It's hard, but so far I'm doing okay.

So back to work tomorrow to put in my vacation request for the first week of October. I hope I don't have a problem getting it – we will be celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary that week and I really want to be able to go away. Since our 5th we haven't done much more than go out for dinner, which has been fine, but for 10 years, I think we should do something to mark it. It should be special.

I hope everyone has had an amazing long weekend. Labour Day is definitely one of my favourite long weekends of the year. I hope that it marks the end of an amazing summer for everyone, and the start of a wonderful fall.

Till later 🙂

 

Calm Before the Storm

Content at one of my favourite places to be – the beach.

What an awesome vacation I have had.  Relaxing, calming, amazing.  I’m on Day 7 and I have spent 5 of them so far by a body of water – either the beach or a pool.  It’s not over yet, so there could definitely be more.  I’m actually counting on it.  To say I’ve got a tan is a bit of an understatement.

The best part has been the time that I’ve spent with my son.  We’ve always been two peas in a pod, but this week it seems like we’ve gotten even closer.  He starts school next week so as you’ve read before, it was very important to me to make this week amazing, and I think I have.

Sometimes I find that after a vacation, I feel like I need another vacation.  Usually I feel that way.  This time, not so much.  I’ve spent time cuddling, laying on the beach, reading, floating on a pool raft, stretched out on the sand staring at the water rolling in.  I feel relaxed, I feel content, and I feel like I’m ready for what lies ahead.

The storm is coming.  That storm is called: Nicholas Goes to School.  He says he is excited, he says he is looking forward to school, to the bus ride, and all that stuff.  But he doesn’t get it.  He doesn’t really grasp what is coming.  That he is going to be out there on his own.  No Mommy, Daddy or grandparents to cling to.  He is such a shy little boy.  We go anywhere and he meets new people and he literally clings to me until he warms up.  We were at the beach the other day with Joe’s parents and I literally moved ten feet over from where he thought I should be and I heard him yell “where’s my Mommy??” as he ran up to where his Nana was sitting.  Once he realized I had just moved over a bit, he came over and put his arms around me and said: “you’d never leave me, right Mommy?”

Talk about breaking my heart.  Because I have to tell him that of course I would never leave him.  Then I have to go and betray him as I make him get on the school bus by himself.  Make him spend the day at school without me.  I try to explain to him that of course I would never leave him alone without someone there to look after him.  That even when I’m not there, there will always be someone to turn to if he needs something.  That even when he goes to school and I’m not there, he will have the teacher, and all the other kids there with him.  He won’t be alone.

But come the first day of school, I know he isn’t going to understand this.  He’s going to be absolutely devastated.  I know that he’ll be fine.  I know that once he gets used to school and gets into the swing of things, that it is going to be amazing for him.  He’s going to make friends, he’s going to grow in so many ways – socially especially.  It makes me so excited to think about all the things that he is going to learn.  The world is laid out at his feet and it’s all there for him to possess.  He’s so lucky.  We just have to get over this little hump called the first day – week – month – of school.

But now, it’s Friday night.  I have three more full days left of my vacation.  Lots of time to soak up some more sun, and some more cuddles from my little guy.  I’m not going to dwell on that first day until I absolutely have to – on that day.  I’m not going to ruin the rest of my vacation worrying about the inevitable.  I’m going to make the absolute best of it.  For all of us.

Vacation – Day 4 – Update 1

I could set up a hut and live here.

Officially, I guess this is day two, if you don't count the weekend. But considering I was on vacation starting on Friday at 4:31, I count the weekend, so today is day four.

As most of you know, my four year old son is getting ready to start school next week. So it's very important to me to make this week awesome and spend lots of quality time with him because it is his last pre-school summer. He'll never be a not-gone-to-school-yet kid again after next week. He doesn't really realize it, but there are huge changes coming for all of us. So it's extra important that we have a great week.

So far, so good. Saturday we went up to Port Franks and spent the afternoon and evening with family at their cottage. Nicholas had an awesome time playing with his cousins, two of whom he's going to be attending school with. We spent the afternoon at the beach (pic above) and it was really really great.

Frolicking in his grandparents' pool

Sunday we went in to spend the afternoon with Joe's parents and go swimming in their pool. Another great day in the sun, in the water, with family. We've certainly gotten our share of vitamin D this summer, and we're loving it.

Yesterday I took a couple of hours for myself and met a friend for breakfast. We had a nice visit, lots of laughs (as usual) and I returned home feeling refreshed and content.

Today was the busiest so far. Nicholas had a dentist appointment, and sat in the chair like an angel while the hygienist cleaned and polished his teeth, and the dentist came in to have a look. No cavities for him, and we were so happy that he seems to enjoy the dentist almost as much as his parents do. Yeah, we're weird.

After his appointment we went into London and had some lunch, and then strolled around the mall for a bit before going to see a movie. We saw Ice Age: Continental Drift. It was cute, and funny. Nicholas fell asleep, but mostly because he had been up early and was pretty tired.

After the movie we did some shopping, including some school shopping for him. A very productive day all in all.

I've got some plans for the rest of the week, including a couple of beach days. I want to take advantage of the amazing weather we're having. I hate to say it, but winter will be here before we know it, and the beach days will be over for another year.

My big plan for reading for the week was to start an finish Steve Jobs' biography. It's been pretty busy, so I haven't had much time. I'm only about 50 pages in. I'm hoping I'll get some reading done on the beach this week.

I hope everyone is having a great week. I'll check in with some more tidbits later. I feel you all trembling with anticipation. 😉

 

Vacation is around the corner!

Look out beach, here we come!

Woot, woot!  One more week till vacay!  Boy, do I feel like I’m needing it this year.  It’s almost the end of August, and so far I’ve taken 2 days vacation.  My decision – my friend and co-worker tells me that I hoard all my vacation days like a squirrel saving nuts for the winter, and she’s right.  I get three weeks a year, and usually I don’t feel like I need much time off for the first six months.  I usually take a week in July, a week sometime in the fall, like October, and then a week at Christmas.  But I do hoard my days, mostly I think because I want to make sure I get the perfect time, and spaced just right.

So I’m ready.  Boy, am I ready!

My husbands work schedule doesn’t allow for much time off for him in the summer, so he’s working a lot of the week that I’m off.  A day trip will be in store, a lot of time at the beach I’m hoping, and we’ll probably get in to see a movie, as the boy loved that when we went on his Birthday in May.  We’ll have to get his school shopping done as well.  We have most of what he needs, just another pair of shoes and a lunch pail are needed.

Wait – what?  Did I say that my son is starting school?  How can that be?  He was just born, wasn’t he?  Something is wrong here.  Something is very wrong.

This brings us to the meat of the topic.  My son, my baby, my little guy, is starting school in 2 weeks.  I’m kind of starting to freak out.  I know it is going to be good for him, I know he needs this experience and socially it will be a wonderful thing for him.

Once I remove him from my leg.

He is so shy.  I know a lot of this is my own fault because he has not been in a daycare setting.  He is great when meeting new kids, but so so shy around new adults, especially men.  I don’t know why this is, he has an amazing relationship with his Daddy, Grandpa and Papa.  But it really takes him a while to warm up around men that he doesn’t know.  He’s never really been away from us with at least one family member present – ever.

So I’m a bit worried.  Mostly because it breaks my heart to imagine him all on his own for the first time – at school, all day.  Then I think back to my first few days of school.  I was exactly the same way.  My mom stayed at the school with me for the first few days because I cried whenever she tried to leave.  When the teacher finally told her to go home, and she did – she got home to find the phone ringing.  It was the school secretary calling to let her know that I was doing just fine, and the teacher had her call Mom so that she wouldn’t worry.  I was fine.  I turned out okay.  So will he, but it’s much tougher being on the Mommy end of the situation.

That’s why next week is so important to me.  I delayed my vacation by a few weeks so that we could spend some awesome quality time together before he starts school.  He’ll always be my baby, but he’ll never be my pre-school-days baby again.  So this time together is as much for me as it is for him.

Why didn’t somebody tell me that being a Mommy was so hard sometimes?  I blame you all for this! 😉