I registered my baby for Kindergarten last week. Oh boy. Typing it even makes me weepy.
I have been thinking a lot about what it means to be a mommy. To care for someone else so completely, they are a piece of you. That's what kids are. A piece of your soul walking around outside your body.
Kuba has been sick. Nothing serious, just a little sinus infection, but a weird part of me likes when he's sick. He needs me. He wants cuddles, and attention, and I get to be the person who makes him feel better. When your baby wakes up in the middle of the night, crying because his ear hurts...there is something really satisfying about being the only one who can make it better. Maybe that's not what I should be feeling, but I do.
Kuba starting Kindergarten absolutely slays me, and I am having a REALLY hard time processing that he will be away from me all day. I want to shove earplugs in his ears and wrap him in bubble wrap so he never has to experience any sort of pain from the mean things other kids say and do.
This is all just ramblings, scribbles of the things going through my brain in the last few weeks.
It came about on February 9th when we found out our friends 2.5 year old daughter had died suddenly. Beautiful, sweet
Layla passed away in her sleep, and my heart is completely broken for her mommy and daddy. Send a prayer their way if you have a moment...send one even if you don't. They are hurting.
It goes by so fast. So. So. FAST.
Like I said, just scribbles.
