Today my son started third grade, and my daughter started kindergarten. I know it's silly, but I had tears in my eyes as I took her to her new classroom, got her settled, met her teacher, filled out paperwork, etc. She's my baby, but now she's a big girl entering the wider world, and she's moving away from me. It wasn't quite as hard when her older brother started kindergarten, because I still had a baby at home then. There won't be any more babies for me, which makes me sad.
Not that I miss the sleepless nights, the crying jags, and the sheer physical drudgery of caring for an infant or a toddler. But I do miss the unconditional love, the joy, the peace of just having a baby sleeping on your chest, feeling its soft breath on your cheek and its milky weight in your arms, smelling its clean scent. I miss rocking my babies to sleep. I miss giving them baths. I miss having them pat my face and look at me like I am the star of their universe.
Feeling melancholy today. Does this ever get easier?