Mommage

The Green-Eyed Mother

Several months ago, my husband told me he was jealous of the bond I had with our son. I couldn't deny it; my son just responded better with me. It's not that my husband was doing anything particularly wrong, but I was home more with the boy and had learned what made him smile, what comforted him, knew when he was ready for another nap, etc.

The Homestretch

Last week was quiet for me but quite hectic for my son.  Not only did he have midterms, he also had Regents and SAT.  After today's Math Regents, he will finally be in the homestretch.  I remember like it was yesterday the time he got kicked out of preschool, and now he's preparing to graduate high school and go to college.  What a journey!  I never thought I'd see the day, but here we are. 

This past week has forced me to face my feelings about my children growing up, graduating high school, college, moving out and even getting married.  A part of me wants to keep them in my care forever, but I know that would be selfish.  I have always enjoyed fixing their meals, doing their laundry, helping with homework, and everything in between, however, I must confess that the thought of a little less responsibility (and work) might actually be a bit appealing.

Is that wrong?      

Life During Wartime

This past Sunday, my brother, an Army Reservist, left for Afghanistan. He will be gone 400 days, so won't be back until mid-February of 2010. The Army held a send-off for his unit at the unholy hour of 4 a.m., so I, along with my parents and sister, managed to get my sleepy behind out of bed to see him off. The first formation was at 4:30 a.m., the second at 5:15 a.m. This gave the men and women some time to say their final goodbyes and hugs to their families.