First let me tell you what I’m not doing.
I’m not decluttering.
I’m not running errands.
I’m not cleaning.
I’m not shopping.
I’m not meeting with realtors.
I’m not going to the library.
I’m not cleaning out any closets.
I’m also not curing cancer, worrying about Obama or McCain, or getting a pedicure.
What I’m doing today, my dear friends, is spending the day completely focused on Son. Monday Son starts going to preschool 5 days a week, so today is the end of…something. The end of lazy days cuddling in bed after Daddy goes to work, the true end of his babyhood, the end of overseeing every aspect of his life. The end of our special time together that has been more precious to me than anything.
But it’s also the beginning. The beginning of organized learning, of new people and new places and new worlds. The beginning of life not always safe in my arms. The beginning of independence and self-reliance and the dawn of a new confidence.
How utterly craptastic.
So today it’s me and him, and some pool time, and some bounce houses, and some playing with his friend A. And I’ll do my best to be in the moment with him, enjoying him.
That’s what I’m doing today.