June 2, 2014 by comhomflt
Good-bye, month #3; I will not miss you terribly much. I will not miss the clothing changeover or the rush to get flowerbeds planted between poorly forecasted drops of rain. I will not miss the special days and traditions you brought that accentuated the absence in our family. I will not miss the mad scramble on those last few school mornings when full-blown spring fever destroyed the well-oiled routine. I will not miss the nasty cold that kept us confined to the house and left me desperate for adult conversation and a night of uninterrupted sleep. I will not miss the predicted behavioral issues I thought I could avoid with a well-structured routine and good discipline.
I will miss the month of babyhood you left behind, though. And the silly giggles and morning hugs from older siblings. I will miss four kids lined up on the sofa, noses in their books, at the close of a library day. I will remember the determination of a four-year old who willed herself to ride a bike without training wheels. I will cherish the memory of time with friends at the air show and of watching kids bounce around a fast food play land. (I was desperate that night.) I will be extra thankful for the adult conversation I DID enjoy and for friends who have encouraged me when the going was rough. And, month #3, you have left me with a better understanding of the difference between happiness and joy, which is something I hope I remember, even if I don’t miss the challenges that brought me there.