Gorgeous weekend…………. some exploring, lots of quiet time……..no firm plans (my favourite kind). Then, why the melancholy?
I see the rubbermaid containers filled with clothing size 3 to 5, the extra yogurt and fig bars in the fridge, and the many dinosaur books and toys. I should be happy for her. I am happy for her. Then, why the melancholy?
Last week, she asked me whether I would miss her when she starts school. She was so excited to show me the new school clothes she had picked out. She told me the name of a friend that would be in her class.
I told her that I will still see her lots. She will have a lot of fun and many stories to share. I told her that people who love her will be happy for her. Then, why the melancholy?
I have gone through this before. I have had practice. I should be good at this. No one told me it would be just as hard, 30 years later. I should be having all of the fun, without all of the responsibility.
Then, why the melancholy?