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These photos are part of some pictures I took the day before school started-- we had a picnic and spent time at a state park. All materials are Making memories. The journaling reads:
I look at this picture, and my heart stops. I can’t begin to describe the myriad of emotions that run through me. Love, pride, laughter, protectiveness, fear, and guilt. And, it is the guilt that haunts me today as I look at that smile. Sweet, mischievous, full of life, full of the most generous and forgiving spirit I have ever encountered. Wanting to please all of the people in your life– sharing with your friends and watching out for your grandfather. And, to top it off, you are affectionate, smart, and articulate. You are eight now. Ready to start third grade. Growing up faster than I can handle. With all of the wonderful traits I see in you, parenting you should be a piece of cake. But, you and I have had a tough summer, as we have struggled to accommodate each other’s needs. I find myself forgetting that you are still just a child- a child who needs a lot of my attention. A child who needs Mommy’s hair, who needs Mommy’s hugs, who still needs all the love and encouragement I can give, who still needs to be in close physical proximity– a lot. And you so desperately want me as a playmate, demanding that I make time for those seemingly frivolous pursuits of childhood. Giving you my full attention while playing a game– such a simple request, but, oh, so hard for me to do, who only knows how to multi-task when I play. Having long discussions over popsicles– discussions about everything and nothing– favorite colors, television shows, friends, and worries. My heart aches that I find it difficult to make time for the things that you find important. As I look at your picture, I pledge to you to make more time for the little things you enjoy– and to enjoy them with you– fully, with no reservations, and nothing competing for my attention.


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