As a young woman and even a teenager I had a fear. I feared being infertile. That word stings a little when I say it, because I cannot imagine the pain others who suffer with it feel. I have several friends whose struggle with making their families grow have been very painful.
I didn't have any particular reason to fear not being able to have children, it just arose up in me. When I first got pregnant, without even "trying" I was so excited. Then I had my little *Snap. He's my first. I remember thinking in the delivery room, "wow, he's perfect". Then he was basically still a baby and I became pregnant again. *Crackle came, the beautiful little girl I always wanted. And then *Snot made it into the world to make our family whole.
*BLINK*
Today *Snap had his first day of Pre-K. Now people who are not mothers may not understand what this means, but let me tell you, it hits you like a ton of bricks. For me it's mixed emotions. I'm so happy he is going to be learning constantly, making new friends, having fun. I am terrified he will be hurt or I will miss something while is he is full-time care of another person who can't love him as much as I do.
One might say, it's not like he's moving away from you, or going to actual school...but for me it's about him growing up. He's no longer a baby, an infant, a toddler. He's a kid. Where did the past 4 years go? Did I prepare him for this transition? Did I cherish the moments I needed to? Will he thrive?
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