Tears and Tears

A few weeks ago I pondered all the things I would do the day I dropped my children (my youngest, for the first time) at school after the Summer break. While I, by no means, wanted everyone out the house, I was looking forward to having a few hours to get things done without the mom guilt creeping in.

What was I going to do first!?

Have a hot cuppa and read a book?

Work on my writing project that’s been on the backburner?

Put a few more hours into my studies without someone sitting on my lap?

Get SUPER organised and cook dinners for a week before 10am?

Instead I found this thought unraveling as I took a little bit of my own medicine and acknowledged that every transition of motherhood requires us to hold it in some way. To ignore it or numb it is negligent.