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Teacher by day, Mommy by night
Juggling the demands (and insanity) of being a high school teacher, a wife, and a mother to a toddler
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Her own person
The other morning I was trying to dress my 19-month daughter, which is always a hoot because she's typically asleep during the process.
So she rolls over and toots. I laugh (cause it's funny...duh!) Her response is, "Not funny!" and she pulls the blanket over her head. She's 19 months, not 19 years old. My goodness. I seriously woke up one day to find a person, albeit a small one, in my life. She's not a baby; she's not distracted by shiny things anymore. She has her own thoughts and feelings and agendas. I really don't miss having a newborn: it was so much work and I felt so out of it the whole time. Also, middle of the night is NOT a good time for me. Just ask my husband--I was a beast between 12 and 4 am. What makes me slightly sad and anxious about my little girl growing up is the sense that things are slipping away from me. I drop her off at day care at 7 and pick her up at 5:30. When she was smaller, it wasn't such a big deal. She didn't do too much during the day that she wouldn't repeat at home. Now at daycare, she has a whole world separate of me. She has friends and favorite toys. Don't get me wrong; I think it's fantastic that she is such an independent kid and is so happy anywhere. There's just a tinge of sadness when she races through the front door at daycare. I remember my mom saying the same thing about me when I was little. And know that my mom loomed large in my life when I was small; she was my world. My little girl may run off to do her thing, but I will be there waiting to hear her stories and laugh at her jokes. She really is so funny. 1 comments from 1 users
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creatress
on Jan 30, 2008 at 09:10 PM
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Even though my son was never in daycare, he did go to school. I would often miss him (and on good days, still do) and would happily hear about all he did and his day. Even though we are wise and the world to our children, there are many unique experiences we just can't give them. I'm happy at all he's learned in school and the world, and it sounds like you are for your daughter too.
There's no shame in missing her when she's gone and holding tight when she's around.
The fart part was really funny by the way.