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Stop the Clock
I’ve stared typing this at 10:02am and can confirm I have cried twice today already. I suspect by the end of typing, it will be 3 times. As much as we have all been counting down with a lot of excitement to the end of term, now it is upon us I am, it’s fair to say, an emotional wreck.
It all started yesterday after our middle childs end of year nursery assembly. The words were mumbled, children on and off stage cried, our boy took a spontaneous sit down break half way through a very animated song about a giant; it was bloody wonderful and
Our big boy has had his own worries, moving class and having a new teacher. It’s not a surprise, it happens every year. But his teacher this year has been super
Then there is our baby who is fast approaching 17 months. Off to a child minder in September as I drag myself back to work (something that is so convenient and local and perfect for me and kids I could not say no).
Don’t get me wrong, I know with endings often there is a heavy dose of nostalgia in the mix making it all a bit tinted with wonder. I can’t deny there are days where I can’t wait for the kids to go to bed, or sometimes just bring bedtime forward and get them to sleep because the day has been too long. There are definitely moments where I fantasize about my kids being older and more independent and my life being just a bit
But today I want to stop the clock. I want to keep them young. I want them to find silly things funny and giggle with friends, I want them to keep believing in Santa and magic and dragons, I want
There is a phrase I often hear – parenting is long days and short years. This feels so true
Stop the Clock.
Please send tissues.