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My
Dirty Little Secret
From GypsyNester.com
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David
and I have one chick left in the nest. He graduates from high
school on June 8, 2008. And I am marking the days. I keep
a gigantic calendar and mark a red X each day. For my son's
sake (and to avoid horrified looks from house guests), I keep
the calendar between the mattresses of my bed.
I'm fully aware how bad this looks, so I will explain myself.
I LOVE MY KIDS! But, when June 8 rolls around, I will have
spent almost twenty five years of my life raising them. I
deserve this dirty little secret. |
This callousness does not make me impervious to the emotional milestones
along the way. I recently received my son's cap and gown picture
taken at his school. My heart literally stopped when I saw it. I
have spent many moments in the privacy of my bedroom looking at
them and wondering how my baby has gotten so big. And in time I
will be strong enough to take the photos down from the ceiling above
my bed. Maybe when we put the house on the market.
I have learned
that it pays to plan to avoid random emotional outbursts. My oldest
daughter will never forgive me the coyote-like howling from the
front row aisle seat that occurred at her graduation ceremony.
So I have resolved that on June 8, I will not sit at my son's
graduation in the vicinity any of these people:
1) Other mothers
graduating their youngest child
2) Single mothers graduating their only child
3) My husband
The school
community at large will thank me (I'm kind of notorious).
I have similar
plans for my son's last Tuesday with us, the last macaroni and
cheese dinner, his last Dentist appointment and, of course, the
last time he throws his shoes and socks off in the middle of the
living room floor. Trust me, it pays to have your bases covered
when you have the tendency to be an emotional wreak.
If all else
fails, I can just take a peek under my mattress...
David & Veronica,
GypsyNester.com
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