Sometimes it is a constant strain on my heart being a mom. The more hurt my children go through the softer I seem to get. I am REALLY soft today. Raceboy82 ended up with the same injury as his brother did a few months ago. You may remember my post about him being hurt in a hockey game. It felt odd when it was the same injury and the nurse that greeted the ambulance asked if it was deja vu. He is okay and went back to school yesterday. I never got anything accomplished and I was going to get a lot of work done today, really hustle like a crazy woman…but Dolly seems to have picked something up. She has clung to my side without any sign of letting up. She is napping on the couch now but from the sounds of things I don’t think it will last long. She fell asleep on my lap and as she did she kept saying to herself “nigh night papa”. (I think she misses papa and nama, they are gone to see my brother in Montreal.) For some reason those three little words were like a vice on my heart…we are on the countdown to the big “2″… exactly three weeks left. I don’t want it to come, it is in my mind the final step before she is not a ‘baby’ anymore. I can already see the change starting. She will not let anyone feed her, she has to do it on her own. She is out of the highchair, sleeps in a big bed, I even bought pullups instead of diapers the other day.
ahh… I think I will log off and go snuggle with her…it is so soon before they don’t want that anymore:(
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