Well, summer is over. ((sigh)). School has started and all is quiet in this big ol' house. I was never one of those mom's that was happy to see September. As a matter of fact, if I had it to do over again I would home-school. Not because I think they would have had a better education (are you kidding? I can barely add 1+1), but because I could have kept them closer and never let them out of my sight.
This is tough for me, watching my last one grow up, knowing that he will leave me soon. I know if I have done my job right it's supposed to be that way, but still....ouch.
I feel cheated when it comes to Will. I spent so much of his childhood protecting him from a crazy, psychopathic stalker that I didn't get to relax and just 'enjoy' him. Even though we moved and she didn't know where we were, it wasn't until he was about 14 when he had a growth spurt and his looks began to change that I began to relax a bit. And he's seems to understand that because unlike most boys at 17 he is never embarrassed to tell us he loves us or hug us in public.
When he was first learning to talk I would rock him to sleep each night - when his sister would let me (she was 10 years older and always thought he was hers) - I would look deep into his blue eyes and say, "William you are a gift." To which he'd reply, "Mama, I not a pwesent - I a boy!"
Oh sweet William, that's where you're wrong. You are a present. A precious, special, wonderful gift sent from heaven - as is your sister.
til next time,