"You are going to cry so hard on the first day of school"................YAAA RIGHTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!
People are horrified that I say I wont cry when my kids go to big school in September. Why? Because most often mothers are weeping at the school bus stop, defeated their babies are growing up so fast...it must mean I don't love my kids as much as you all do... that's it!
Actually, it's quite opposite.
When you are the mother of more then one at a time, YES, you can't imagine having a little alone time...you bask in the thought of cleaning your house and it staying clean for over an hour..you can't imagine eating a plate of food without little bird mouths open waiting for you to share (no, not a'la Alicia Silverstone....blick!) etc etc
When you are the mother of premature children things go a step further. You have shed your tears beside an isolet, you DREAM this day might come...you cheer each milestone on and pray for the next because that means you survived and more importantly, THEY survived.
There was days I walked into that NICU and had to come to terms that one, if not all three kids might not make it through the day. I've had to make life and death decisions for them, when I was barely mature enough to make them for myself. There was days (more so nights) I couldn't even picture them outside of the hospital let alone being old enough to go to grade primary!
Add on the fact that being so premature I had to accept the possibility they had a huge risk of having developmental delays, I think it is pretty exciting to know they are on par with their age group.
So excuse me if I don't understand why it is a time to grieve...I've done my grieving in 2007...I'm excited and so proud we all made it this far.......
well............ok.......I'm pumped for my freedom too...so sue me. :P
