birth mom taking the bus

So K made it through a whole week of school. In the mornings she complained a bit, wanting to stay home with mommy, but mostly because she wanted to sleep. She’s not quite set in this new new routine of going to bed and getting up early. She’s tired, but refuses to go to sleep if she thinks things are happening elsewhere in the house. This morning is a teacher conference day, (yes already!) and she’s sleeping in.

I always enjoy getting comments and reading the other mommy blogs. Angela and Rhea, left kind words and other Midlife Mommies - Motherpie, and Third Mom Margie left comments referring to the time flying by. I know, I know, I’ve also got two grown (step) kids and five grandchildren older than K. Every time I see them I act like a totally dorky grandmother.

“My how you’ve grown! You must have shot up three inches since the last time I saw you”

The joy comes from watching them spread the wings though, and grow emotionally. K heads off to school each morning, and deals with the dramas that every three and four year old girl (and onward) deal with. Friendship, jealousy, hurt feelings; my heart breaks for K when she sees her new best friend of three days, play with the other new girl ignoring K.

How did us Mommies ever make it through all that drama?

After reading Jennas Magnadoodle blog post (which almost made my cry), I thought I’d give K’s birth mom a jingle on the cell phone.

“K started school today. She did really well! ”

“That’s great. Thanks so much for calling. Let’s talk again in a few weeks. I’m in Albuquerque. visiting my brother”

Huh? The (ex) druggy homeless birth mom with no transportation made it across country by herself?

She’s growing up too. I’m so proud.

Comments

2 Responses to “The Kids Grow Up and Birth Mom Flew!”

  1. MotherPie on September 15th, 2007 9:31 pm

    Both are growing up. An astute comment.

  2. Margie on September 19th, 2007 5:09 pm

    “How did us Mommies ever make it through all that drama?”

    It really is hard watching your kids hurt, especially when you can’t fix their woes. I think it’s the very hardest thing about parenting.

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