(It’s gonna be a long one- i don’t want to forget this). This morning i slept through my watch alarm. The watch that i used to use for timing splits in the pool or on the track. The watch that now tracks feeding schedules and how much sleep we’ll get. The husband was at an early morning meeting. He came home in the nick of time to three big kids sitting- breakfasted, dressed, backpacks ready and waiting by the front door.  I wonder what they would have done if he hadn’t come home just then. They didn’t want to wake me, these considerate children who can fend for themselves, who need me so differently these days, who are sacrificing for love. I cried, guilt-ridden when i understood their morning. Am i failing them? Am i telling them they don’t matter? Or can they see that this is what love does–gives itself away, gives way to another? I know in a few months it will be different yet again. Tonight i read Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle with them and i hope that’s what they remember.



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  1. It’s so hard to let go of the teaching and to give way to the flying solo…sometimes it has to be forced upon us by surprise, to let us all know we are doing our jobs well. xoxo

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