This is my last full week of summer vacation with my girls and just like the years, this week will fly by. I wish I could just freeze time and keep them small, young and innocent.
Allana will be nine this November and we’re on the edge of a whole prepubescent world that I’m not ready for just yet. I dread conversations of bras and menstrual cycles and then there’s the bird and the bees talk down the road too. Just thinking about it causes me to hyperventilate.
Emmalynn starts kindergarten next Monday and I’m filled with mama guilt over my little middle child. I feel I didn’t dedicate as much time with her like I did when Allana was her age. Lord, I hope she remembers how to spell her name. Well, I hope she can at least make an ‘e’. She should be all right if her teacher lets her write on the wall.
But the mama guilt never ends. Did I do enough with the girls this summer? Have their brains turned to mush? Do they know I love them? Do they know I am so proud of the beautiful ladies they are becoming?
I am just so grateful for every moment I spent with them this summer, even if most of it was watching television. Lord knows, we killed a lot of brain cells in the past few weeks due to my pregnancy and a demanding newborn breastfeeding schedule.
So as a summer slows to an end, my heart begins to ache. One more week with my girls. I can enjoy their company for one more week before we return to the hustle and bustle of our regular school routine.
These are days to remember.