A Sick Day Leads To A ‘Whoa’ Moment For Daddy
I feel so bad for my kids. They seem to have the worst luck in the world when it comes to getting sick. Demetrius has missed both his holiday and Valentines Day parties at school, and Maya’s got the crud and missed her Easter egg hunt. Is she upset? Yes, but Ms. Heike is going to bring her ‘eggs’ from the kids in class by the house today. That doesn’t make up for missing it, but it helps. Straight shots of sugary candy always help.
Sick and hopped up on chocolate. Maybe I should feel sorry for Jerry and Kim?
Spring break is next week, than another month-and-a-half of school and whammo – summer. Wasn’t Christmas break a few days ago? It got me thinking though that thought that all parents have – where did it all go?
Maya is a kindergartner next year.
Now, as much as Demetrius is Kim’s child – Maya is mine. As I have said numerous times about her, she lights me up. But when did she get big enough to be in the position to start kindergarten?
Wasn’t it last week I was tickling her when I was changing her diaper? Wasn’t it just a month ago I was cleaning up the high chair every time she ate…no matter what she was eating (My God that child was…what do I mean was…is…a messy eater)? Or she was crawling after her brother, pulling herself up on his ‘Thomas Table’ and knocking all the trains off (she would just sadistically watch him stand there and cry…devious).
Last month she was holding my finger, because her whole hand fit around it. Or when she’d look at me with that dirty face and put her hands up for me to lift her up…or how she just stared at me when she took her bottle (she would fall asleep with her Mom, but never stopped making eye contact with me).
Or when I would sit in the ‘big leather chair’ reading or watching TV, and you would just sleep on my ‘rump’ (I have a smaller one of those now – partly due to chasing after you and your brother).
Kindergarten. I’m getting nostalgic and I know you can’t wait to ride the bus to school and be with ‘big kids’.
This is how it is supposed to be, eh?
I don’t like it. Not one bit. I know in a week you’ll be going to a dance with a boy, filling out college admissions and asking me to walk you down the aisle.
Yes, it is good to know who owns who in this world….