Back to School

So the boys are back in school and we did the requisite back-to-school photos.  I'm happy for them as they are so excited to go back to school but I'm also a little sad as they are gone for so many hours in the day.  I miss them so much each day but I also enjoy the time I have alone to clean the house, do the laundry and generally get things done.  Thomas is in 1st grade evidenced by the "great to be in 1st" crown and Andrew is in third grade.  It's going to be a great year.

The days are long but the years just fly by

So much time has passed and I haven't written anything.  So many events of our lives have passed and I haven't written anything.  How come sometimes the days go by in a blur.  Thomas graduated from Kindergarten after an amazing first year of school with Miz D.   It was so much fun and he learned a lot of new things, made some new friends and thoroughly enjoyed himself all year long.  I have photos but they are still on my parent's camera so someday I'll get them and post them.  He is not a baby anymore, he'll be starting first grade soon and it goes so fast.

The other huge event was Morgan graduating with her AA from Porterville College at the tender age of 18.  She is such an amazing, wonderful, young woman and we could not be prouder of her and her accomplishments.  I have photos of her graduation as well but again they are on my parents camera.

Morgan left to attend school at Cal State Long Beach in the middle of July.  She is hoping to find a job before school starts and to get herself settled.  She is so independent that I really thought it wouldn't be hard to let her go off to school.  After all, it's what we have worked towards most of her life and I think she is ready. No, I know she is ready.  When the day finally came, I sent her off with her dad.  He drove a truckload of her things and she drove her own car loaded down of course.  I stayed home with the littles and slowly found myself sinking into the abyss.   No one told me I would feel like one huge part of my heart had left home.  No one mentioned the feeling of worthlessness as a mom that would sweep over me in waves just missing her.  I knew it was time, I knew she was ready, I knew (theoretically) that she could handle it.  I think she has good judgement and makes good decisions.  But in my heart, I wanted just a little more time.  Time to do the things I didn't get done.  Time to give her one more hug.  Time to talk about real life stuff once more.  Time to teach her more about handling money.  Time to just hang out with her.  Her childhood has sped on by and although I spent more of it with my children than most (I stayed home with my kids and home schooled them), the time has gone far too quickly and they are grown and gone.  Just as I'm getting them old enough to really enjoy them, they leave home.  So I said a prayer, okay I said lots of prayers.  I continue to pray for her often.  She'll be okay and so will I.  I just love her so much and I wonder if she really knows.

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