I have four kids. Caleb the Wonder Dog, aka The Boy. Madison the Puffy Man. Janey the Stick Cat (whose mother was a cat and whose father was a squirrel). And The Girl. My Baby. Kate. My beautiful, smart, clever, patient, kind, generous baby girl. It seems like just yesterday that she was born, a perfectly-wrapped papoose of red baby with the sweetest little rosebud lips. And now she’s grown-up. I guess. And she informed me last week that she is moving to Florida. Which is, according to my sources, about a million miles away from me.
And while I hope that she is heading towards opportunity and excitement and a better life…I’m sad. Selfishly sad. For me. She’s my baby. She’s the only family I have anywhere near me. So. Happy and excited for her. Sad for me.
She came over yesterday to say goodbye to the animals.
To The Boy who loves her. He gives her his most wiggly butt and smiley face.
To Madison, who we got for her when she turned 11…and now she is almost 23.
And to Janey. Who does *not* like being held for photos.
And we got to spend a little time together. I’m so going to miss my time with her. I know a lot of people with young children – and I say to all of you, know that while the days can seem interminable, the years go *so* fast, and before you know it, your little ones will be grown and gone. So cherish them now. Don’t worry about the unwashed dishes or messy rooms or teeth imperfectly brushed. Just go snuggle with those kids and tell them over and over how much you love them. Enough to last them a lifetime…even after they’re grown and gone from you.
And now I’m going to go have a bowl of Chocolate Obsession Coconut Ice Cream because it helps me not be so sad.