Two decades

Holy junk, weirdest morning ever. Our sweet little caboose started Kindergarten this morning. It didn't make me cry (odd, for a lady that specializes in crying), because Gracie girl was so excited, I couldn't help but just be excited for her. But afterwards, I just sat in my car for quite a while wondering how this could even be happening.

Our oldest turns 20 years old in nineteen days. (Man, I miss that boy.) So for the last two decades, I've had one or fourteen small children with me, at home, at all times. On the one hand, I truly believe I was put on this earth to be a mother and I feel fortunate beyond belief that I get to be one. I love it to the deepest part of my heart. On the other hand, there were plenty of days I would have paid a small fortune for all of them to be in school. I've just been so very tired, for so very long.

But now that the reality is that all of them are in school for at least a part of the day, I can't believe it has happened this fast. I don't know exactly how two decades could fly like they have, but they have. And granted two and a half hours of Kindergarten is about enough time to answer one email and partially prep dinner, but it's more the idea that all of my chicklets are now officially in school and that will be the case for a very long time. Crazy to the nth degree. As is my propensity to write very long blog posts.

Okay then, I think maybe I should be signing off. That was a wise use of the first 21 minutes of all of my children either being in a school classroom or serving the Lord in Brasil. I think instead, I'll go stare at the wall for a while. Just because I can.