Today, if I had kept that jar, there would be a paltry 63 pennies left in it. Not even enough for a cup of coffee.
While I was pregnant, I would look at the little room that would my baby’s. And as much as I tried to imagine what it would be like to be a mother, I couldn’t. This is how I feel now. I try to imagine a day going by, with Alexander not coming home at the end of it, and I really can’t.
There is so much I’ll miss when Alexander leaves for college, I think it's better to think about what I won’t miss. And there are a few things.
I won’t miss:
- Buying Agata’s sorbet and having it disappear in one sitting.
- Worrying when Alexander is out at night.
- Thinking about what to make/buy for dinner.
- Discovering Alexander still up at three in the morning studying because he waited until the last minute. Again.
- Getting Alexander up in the morning.
- Reminding Alexander to …take out the trash, make his bed, write a thank-you note, put his stuff away, unload the dishwasher, finish his whatever that is due soon.
- Being accused of nagging.
- Living in my bedroom so Alexander can take over the living room to work or play.
- Watching Alexander stress out over a paper, test, grade, etc.
- Opening the fridge and seeing lots of open Poland Spring bottles that are half finished.
As I write this list I struggle to think of what to include, as the things I will miss keep coming to mind. That list would fill volumes.
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