I've been "home" for the past 15 years with at least one of the kids. Now O, my youngest, graduated from preschool. Things will be a changin'. What I will do is a mystery. I've always said when my kids are all eventually in school, I will figure out my dream.
Now I've been, more or less, very happy to have been home with them. I am proud that I was here for them and had an amazing time. We did playgroups and story hours and the playground. I was here to read with them and teach them, be the eternal class mom. BUT it was not all peaches and cream. I experienced many days of blues wondering what in the world I was doing; days of hating the drudgery of nursing babies and making lunches and changing diapers. I did experience the boredum of reading the same books over and over and pushing a stoller just to get out of the house. Yet some of my closest friends are my preschool mom friends and playgroup mom friends. I hope we can continue our friendships. I am leaving many of them behind with their babies and preschoolers. To move on after so long is frightening and sad, as well as exciting. Kudos to all of the moms I've discussed education, nursing bras, cloth diapers and organic milk with! A big hug to the moms I've admitted feeling like a failure to and the ones I've begged for ideas for homemade valentines, teacher gifts and halloween costumes.
After this summer I will have 4 children in school. How will I ever keep up with the permission slips, homework and after school activities?
