I haven’t posted for over a month??? Wow. I hadn’t realized. I’ve just lost the mojo or something. I feel really bad because I didn’t even post any of the cool stuff that happened over the summer. Some of it made me sad. Like this:
Somebody flew the coop.
Baby India graduated from high school. Mister’s parents came down, despite their health being not so great these days.
I don’t know how that happened. I mean, one minute she was starting kindergarten and all of a sudden she was putting on her cap and gown. You know how old ladies at the store tell you when you’ve got your hands full of squirming kids that time flies and the kids will grow up so quickly? And you’re like, “yeah, right. Starting when?” Because every day lasts for a hundred years when you’re children are small. You seriously wonder if you will ever not be wiping somebody’s butt and stepping on stray Legos.
It does go fast. Not until they get into school, though. Every year goes by a little quicker and by the time they’re Seniors in high school, the year lasts about seventeen minutes.
And then they’re leaving for school and you wish you could trap every day in a bottle because it’s the end of an era: the era of having your babies in your nest. Now they’re flying away and it’s exciting but it’s also terrifying. People keep asking me how I’m doing and the answer is, “I’m kind of blue.” Not depressed, but just unmoored. Life is shifting and even though I knew it would happen, it’s unsettling.
I tell people I’m sad that India is gone but not half as sad as I’d be if she were still living in her bedroom with a lame future ahead of her. Because India is awesome she got a full-ride scholarship to college. And she got a couple of other scholarships too that are covering most of her room and board and books. So yay for that!
We dropped her off at Brigham Young in August and Mister sobbed the whole way back to the airport. Real, blubbering loud sobs. I finally had to remind him that India is not dying. She’s just going to college and we’d see her at Thanksgiving. But he’s the softie in the marriage. I’m the mean, heartless one. But still it was sad leaving her there.
I can’t be too sad, though, because is there any time as full of excitement and awesomeness as the first time you leave for college? She’s got a shiny, spectacular future ahead of her and as sad and boo-boo as I feel for me, I feel happiness and excitement for her.
Plus it’s not like I don’t still have fifty million kids at home. York is in 12th grade this year so we get to do the whole thing all over again.
Here are some other milestones we had:
My baby, my littlest kiddle, turned eight.
Because we’re Mormon we believe that little children who die go straight to Heaven. Thus we don’t baptize kids until they’re old enough to know right from wrong which is at age eight. So Jasper was baptized. Having your youngest child get baptized in another milestone. It means you’re not a young mother. For so long I’ve always had little kids and that means I’m a young mother. But with my youngest being old enough to get baptized I feel like those days of having little kids is ancient history. Again, more unmooring.
Mormons do baptism the old-fashioned way: immersion just like Jesus did. So the baptisee and the baptizer both dress in white, symbolic of being born again and forgiven of our sins. Jasper was baptized by Mister and it was a lovely ceremony.
We had a bunch of fun Texas Tuesdays which I’ll tell you about later. Right now I’m just trying to keep afloat. Mister has gone back to school to get his Masters degree and I’m still as busy as ever. But I’ll be a little more diligent. I’ve got some cool new tutorials in the works; it’s going to be fun!
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Also, it takes FOREVER for your oldest to turn 13; after that, time accelerates out of control. I didn’t blink when my oldest went to college, until I walked into the house late that evening after work and realized he wasn’t sitting in “his” chair in the living room, working on schoolwork or whatever. Yeah, I’m a little slow on the uptake.
Like you, there’s no way I would want them to stay home; but it does feel weird when they actually do leave. And I don’t know about you, but my youngest is raised more like a grandchild, these days. It is just so different for her than it was for the older ones.
OH, THANK YOU FOR COMING BACK!!! I missed you and your sparkling comments! I love that phrase, “trap every day in a bottle.” That’s Sooooooo what I wish I could do with my children’s and grand-children’s lives.
It is wild. I remember Baby India so incredibly vividly. I actually got choked up about India coming out to college. Because I can see my own life in fast forward now. If India is all grown up….soon it will be Daphne! And then my baby Pippa. And I just can’t handle that.