When I was pregnant with Dillon, my family threw me a baby shower. My aunts and cousins passed around a book and added notes of parenting advice. (Little did I know my baby would arrive a few days later — three weeks early.) I'll never forget what my cousin Teresa wrote — a poem you've probably heard:
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait 'til tomorrow For babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow So quiet down cobwebs and dust go to sleep I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep.
This morning, as I was making coffee, I thought of that poem. Tomorrow, I'll be the mom of a kindergartner. And even though my last couple of posts go on and on about how I'm ready, I'd be telling a half-truth if I didn't admit it stings a little bit. Another emotion that took me by surprise. I thought I was fine. And I am fine. I guess all seasons of life are bitter and sweet.
So for the past few days, I've let my emails pile up and neglected my "things to do" as my family and I enjoyed the last few days of summer vacation.
We spent a lazy day at the beach
Snacked on some sand...
Lounged by the pool...
Thought deep thoughts...
And prepared for takeoff. (Thanks for the turbo boost, Patrick and Beth)
Overall, I do think we're ready for this new season and all the adventures that will come with it.
That is, everyone except Blake. I'm sure he'll come around.