It's the perfect length of day, pick up is at 1:30 so the Tornado and I can spend a little time together before the bigs get home. Today when I picked her up, she started asking me if I could work at her school like her friend's mommy. I told her no, mommy doesn't like other people's kids. It's better if mommy doesn't work there.
She dropped it at that, but then started saying that she wished she was a baby again. Because she loves babies and how cute they are and how she loves bottles. Not that she ever used one, she was breast fed till almost two. I asked her what the best part of being a baby is and she said, 'getting to stay all day with you.'
I tried to turn the conversation and I asked her what the best part of being a big girl is and she said, 'nothing. When you are a big girl, you have to sleep in the big girl room, with people who are not your favorite people. Because mommy, you and daddy and my favorite people.'
Crap. How is it that one blissful day can turn into such a big ole mound of mommy guilt?
9 comments:
Awe sorry :( Sounds like she just had a missing you day but I am sure she will be just fine and be ready to run off and do her own thing soon
Aw, that's precious.
Sweet to hear those words.
Awwwwweeeee! That is definitely bittersweet. I have found that since I KNOW (You hear that, right God?) that Nolan is my last one that I hold on just a little bit tighter and a little bit longer.
No one ever warned me about mommy guilt before I had kids. It can really make you question everything you do and say.
It is moments like that, seeped down into your heart, that prevents you from killing them as teens:)
I miss those days:):)
Oh goodness, this has got to be tough. You know yourself well and know what you really want it seems. And you definitely have not neglected the tornado or her needs. It's nice to hear how much she loves you. I do agree this is one to save for later when she's maybe not quite so cute and sweet. Can't imagine those days will ever come, but you never can tell... ;)
I thought it was vodka that was keeping me from killing my teens.
You need to print this post and keep it so you can let your little Tornado read it in a few years ...when she's a tweenager and all she wants to do is stretch those apron strings and push her boundaries!
I found your blog via Manuela at 'A Cultivated Nest' and am sure glad I did.
: )
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