Lynette Kraft has been doing Wednesday's Walk and recently updated it to So We Don't Forget. The idea here is to share special memories. It's really been an amazing mix of memories, some sad, some fun and others very thought provoking. I'd like to invite you to head over to her Blog and join in and/or read other shared memories!
This week the theme is School Days. Now I know my memories of when my girls first started off to school are not going to be very popular but it's the honest truth and truth is always the best choice, right?!
I am not, and have never been, a typical mommy. I have signed for all three girls to get their first tattoo at the age of 17, (very tasteful and hidden under clothing but tats none the less) my girls struggled with the pain of seeing their parents divorce not once, but twice. (Yes, I married and divorced their dad twice. That's another story!) My girls and I have always had the type of relationship where they tell me everything, and I do mean everything. Sometimes that can be a bit wearing on me. Other times it's very "Holy cat scratch Bat Man! I really don't want to hear this"! (Of course I never voiced those thoughts out loud, they just cycled through my head when the girls might be telling me something that made my eyes pop or my mouth drop open) Anyway, you get the picture, right?
So when the first day of Kindergarten rolled around for my oldest, Ashley, I did not struggle with her going off to school. I COULD NOT WAIT! Yep. I am THAT MOM. My girls were "stair step" babies. One right after the other in rapid succession. I was exhausted. At that time, we only lived about two blocks from the Elementary School so I brought her to school each day. She was as excited as I was! We got to the school and there were all the other mom's and kiddos and most of them were in various stages of sad and weepy. Not me and Ash! Hugs and kisses and "Have a great day honey" were dolled out in quick order and I went home. Big sigh of relief! I was finally at the point when my girlies were starting school. However, that didn't bring me the freedom that I thought it would. It brought having to volunteer in her class, it brought her wanting to join Brownies and wanting friends over to play and spend the night, it brought Parent-Teacher conferences, and on and on and on...and so this mommy learned a lesson. Just when I thought a small window of freedom had opened up for me, BAM! Someone sealed it with that plastic stuff you put on your leaky windows in the winter! I guess the moral of my School Days memory...when we become mommy's, we are mommy's forever.
The worry about them never goes away, your "freedom" to be who you are staggers back in at various stages but never truly comes back like it was before "mommy hood" knocked on your door. And mircale of miracles, my baby Casey is a Senior in High School this year and this very "unconventional mommy" is a tad bit sad to see all of those years of Primary school come to an end. I know! It's a shock and surprise to me too! But never fear, King James and Prince Ethan will go off to school one day and this very "unconventional mommy" will move into the very "unconventional grand mommy" stage and I'm already guessing I will be the one to shed a tear over that and not their mommy! /a>/>/>>/>