"It's been a long day, without you my friend
And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again
We've come a long way from where we began
Oh I'll tell you all about it when I see you again..."
One year and nine months, to be exact, since my last post.
I was one of those blogging mommies when my kids were little. It helped me get through the crazy days...kept a record of those moments that I knew I would forget when I was in the thick of it...and I am so glad I did.
My kids are growing up. Weeks and months go by and there is a groaning for more independence and less momma. They can dress themselves (even pick out their own clothes), get their own breakfast, do their own hair...walk out of the house in the morning for school with little or no help, looking quite nice. Some mornings, I find myself at my ten year old's feet tying his shoes...not because I need to, but because I want to. It's a strange stage I find myself in.
So, yesterday when my Middle Man had a headache and could not seem to walk strait...all part of his master scheme...I went along with it. He didn't even have to ask twice to stay home from school. We lay in my bed, snuggled up, and watched AFV and just laughed till our stomachs hurt. He held my hand, put his head on my shoulder, and I let him....because I know that even though the days may be long sometimes, the years are getting shorter and shorter.
My purpose has changed a little as I sit with this "old friend" that I've recorded so much on since 2008. I am not blogging so much for an audience now as much as I am writing to savor and keep the next seven years....as I try not to blink.