"Not Me" Monday

MckMama challenged me to laugh at myself on this otherwise BLLAAAH Monday for all of life's little imperfections and for the things that happens that no one would evvvvver know about, unless you admit them, and really, who is going to do something like that.  Not me.  

1. When Lily demanded that she be allowed to get from the bus to the house without anyone waiting outside to meet her, and we argued about it for a while, I definitely did not yell at her and tell her that I didn't want a stranger to take her.  I would never take advantage of my girl and her scaredy cat tendencies to get what I want. (AND what is safe for her by the way)  Nope.  Not me.
2.  "Ding-dong".  "Ding-dong"."Ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-DONG"I did not race down the stairs during naptime with ALL my might and rip open the door to tear the culprit's head off, only to find a little girl who wanted to play with Lily.  I did not lie to the little girl and tell her that Lily wasn't home out of anger, nor did I get caught in said lie when Lily poked her head out to see who was "ringing the doorbell so much". Nope. Not me.
3.  I never ever leave my son in a poopy diaper waiting for my husband to notice and go change it, even though he would probably just do it if I asked him anyway.  Nope.  Not me.
4.  I did not type this up at work when I really SHOULD have been working on reviewing a German Consolidation worksheet.  Nope.  NOT. ME.
5.  I am Definitely not wearing the same tank top under my clothing that I slept in last night.  Out of sheer laziness and exhaustion this morning, I for sure found another camisole that was in the put away clean clothes.  As a side note ALL of my clothes are clean, folded, and put away, of course.  Never would I go a whole weekend without doing the sweaty laundry from the hottest week of the summer. Gross.  Certainly not something that I would do. 6.  I am not genuinely sad that I watched the finale of Entourage last night.  The Series Finale.  I'm not bummed today, missing my "friends".  Like they are my own friends.  Like I knew them.  And I'm not even a teeny little bit jealous that Vince got married.  And it wasn't to me who lost many hours of sleep marathoning it in order to catch up and watch the last show as it aired.  That won't add a few minutes to the old free time bank.  Nope.  None.

How can it be?

This shouldn’t have been harder than last year.  But it is. 

Every year sounds so much older than the last. 

I just dropped my first child off for her first day of first grade. 

As my well adjusted, excited baby girl happily found her cubby, coat hook, and name at the table, my eyes swelled and I was [just a tad bit] jealous of the mom consoling her sobbing little boy in the corner of the room.  If only a little.  She reminded me on the walk from the car to the school of how much she loved me.  "As much as she can", she said.  I'm just behind God in the ranking of her heart she listed.  More than any other human, she articulated.  But she wasn't nervous, and she didn't need me.  I'm so grateful, I'm weepy.  I'm so amazed, my breath is caught in my throat. 

When I first had Lily and I met another mom who had a first grader, I thought she lived on another planet than I did.  SIX YEARS OLD WAS SO OLD.  In some ways that other mom DID live on another planet than I did.  But that was like yesterday.  And it was also like a million years ago.


Each and every milestone blindsides me, and I'm constantly in awe of how fast time goes, and how weird it is when I look back at 5-6-7 years ago, and it feels like both the blink of an eye and an eternity, simulaneously.  


I know I'm not alone, parents across the country are posting first day of school pictures.  Friends I graduated with have kids starting high school, middle school, elementary, and kindergarten. Each parent is amazed as they post their own smiling picture of their little one complete with new outfit and new backpack on Facebook.  And the overwhelming majority of comments are along the lines of "look how grown up they are" from friends who haven't seen them lately or "enjoy it, it will go so fast" from empty nester who want us parents with young kids to love each moment for what it is as they ponder their own life as it was just yesterday and a million years ago. 


And still.  My day is my own.  I experience it alone and with millions of other parents.   


How can my baby girl be in first grade already?  HOW?

How did this...

Become this?

How did this: 

and this

 Become THIS!:

Heck, if I could, I'd rewind just one year and take THIS back!

 Kindergarten didn't sound as old as first grade.  Just like 5 didn't sound as old as 6.  And 6 doesn't sound as old as quickly approaching 7.  
In a minute I will have a 7,4,&2 year old.  So much different than a 6,3,&1 year old.  Or at least to me it is.  To that new mom nearly years ago it was. 

I love her as she is today.  Sweet.  Smart.  Beautiful.  All the things I prayed for her to be when she was this...

But it doesn't make it any easier to believe that we are here...that this happy, non-sleeping baby, the amazing one who changed my life and made me a mommy...that today she is off enjoying her first packed school lunch, her first school recess, her first full day...that today is her first day as a first grader.