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The End of an Era

Heather —  April 22, 2010
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Birthday Morning:)

This morning I am sitting in the middle of the remnants of Birthday fun…messes of paper and plastic, photos to be uploaded and posted, cake left out under a big bowl by tired mom last night…you probably get the picture:)

Dad having fun at Toy's R'Us. Because she had a gift card:) Took all the pressure off. And yes, he made me scream with a giant spider. Only two manager types came running. Boys.

Dad having fun at Toy's R'Us. Because she had a gift card:) Took all the pressure off. And yes, he made me scream with a giant spider. Only two manager types came running. Boys.

It is a weird time–because our baby is now five. Five years that went by so fast. I miss being the mom of babies. Now I am the mom of a 22 year-old, two 15 year-olds, a fourteen year-old…and a five year old. Our household looks and sounds a lot different than when I had babies.

Horses and ballet...can you make it any more girly?

Horses and ballet...can you make it any more girly?

Why yes, you can make it more girly. Just put your Ballerina doll on your horse while you wear your Ballerina outfit...

Why yes, you can make it more girly. Just put your Ballerina doll on your horse while you wear your Ballerina outfit...

You might think, “how delightful…I have babies, and you do not…so you get to sleep”!

Nope. weekends are especially bad when I get to wake up every hour on the hour (isn’t our subconscious weird?) to make sure everyone is home.

My father said it a long time ago. When I was lamenting having a pile of little children who I felt needed more control. He said “well, get that control–and now, because–it does not get any easier.” I thought, what a downer. That’s ridiculous. Of course it will get easier.

And, well… here I am left with the stereotype that my Father is a genius. Yep, Dad, so far, you’re always right. Mom, no laughing.

Waiting for birthday cake...

Waiting for birthday cake...

Anyway, I’m not trying to be morbid with my daughter’s birthday post. But I am thoughtful. We are entering a new time. There will not be anymore babies, and I am not one who envisions adopting–most of own children are still in the throes of feeling neglected and needy. If only I left a pie out on the counter every night…then they would feel loved, right? Or, how about new Nike cross trainer, specially airlifted $300 sneakers…or shorter, tighter new dresses?….

No. Doing all these things would make my life sooooo much easier. But, I know, it won’t really make them feel loved. Telling them no, waking up to make sure they are home, feeding them organic healthy pies once a week–or better yet a piece of fruit…later, that will make them feel loved…or, at least, they’ll realize what a genius I am. But certainly not until they’re 25 or so…

Brother-made Horse Cake!!

Brother-made Horse Cake!!

And really, with my babies…I got that Mom, you’re a genius look for so long. I will miss that until it comes back around.