and not sleeping.
the messes on top of messes.
You knew about these things. You learned them from others. You read about them in books. Your motherly instincts kicked in and you knew what to do.
But what about this whole "growing up" thing?
Why does no one tell you about that?
How does he come out a teeny tiny baby, and the next day he is helping you sand your table?
And you're signing him up for Kindergarten.
And now YOU are the one up every night crying because you just don't want him to go. (dramatic, I know....that's how I roll.)
You want him to stay home every day and color and make cookies together, and you know you could be his teacher. You could.
But you won't, because you need to send him off into the real world (ok......it's only for a few hours every day--it's not like he's going off to work the fields or shipping off across the sea.....again with the drama).
It looks like you have some growing up to do as well.
Maybe he can teach you how.