My 5yo learned how to ride without training wheels today. There’s no stopping him now! I knew he could do it but he didn’t have the confidence until today. I don’t know what changed his mind, but he came home from “the triangle” where he usually rides on his training wheels and told me he could now ride without them. And promptly proceeded to take right off on 2 wheels once he was free of the training wheels, go baby go!
He’s growing up so fast. In the past month, since hubby has left, he’s learned to read, ride a 2-wheeler, AND he can make his own pb&j sandwich now. Today he even made one for his little brother. What more could a proud mama ask for?
You hear that hubby? You’re missing out. You’ll never get this back. There’ll never be another first pb&j sandwich, another “Aha!” moment when the phonics just click and he starts reading all of a sudden, never another, “MOM LOOK I’M DOING IT!” as he proudly takes off on two wheels. He’s going to be just fine, and so am I and so is the little guy, but you? You screwed up.
Yesterday was fucking hard. I was sick and the kids weren’t cooperating and I just wanted to crawl in a hole and come out in spring. But I cried a little and put on my big girl panties and dealt with it because there are little people counting on me and that’s all I can do. Days like that I don’t think I”ll make it. I promised myself that today would be better, and hot damn it was. Today was freaking awesome, my kids are spec-fucking-tacular, and I’m feeling much better.
You, hubby, were here for neither. You were too busy sitting on your paradise of a Greek island living your fantasy, your notion for today of what perfection is. You’re grasping at straws trying to hang on to or perhaps regain the youth that is slowly leaving your body, as is inevitable in the course of things. In the meantime, you’ve forgotten what’s really important and who’s going to be there when the last hint of youth is gone from those old bones. In case you’re wondering, it won’t be me.
