As another year quickly approaches its end, so does the amount of time my youngest child has left at home before beginning her journey through school. With this knowledge came the realisations of all the tasks I can now get done in one eighth of the time and the things I can do alone that I haven’t been able to do without (the often unwanted) company of children for the past six years.
It’s the simple things that came to mind at first. Like the fact that I will no longer need to try and discreetly slip out of the room to go to the toilet alone, soon I will be able to enjoy my bathroom breaks for as long as I want. I can sit there all day if I truly desire. I can get all the house jobs done in one hit instead of folding one t-shirt and then having to buy plastic food from the ‘shop’. I can pop on ‘adult’ Netflix and watch a movie or show rated higher than G.
However, after I had listed a handful of these ‘positives’ in my head, I stopped because although there are often times when the thought of playing with another Shopkin, Barbie or LOL makes me want to stick one of them in my eye just to get out of it, the idea of no longer having any preschoolers, no longer having any children at home with me, not for even one weekday, leaves me, surprisingly, heartbroken.
Soon, my last little helper, my little shadow, my little entertainer, my little mischief-maker and my little friend will be off to school and my days will unquestionably be very different. These are just some of the things I will miss.
Monday and Tuesday when I am at home with my youngest daughter Milla, we usually have one ‘daytime date’ each week. Whether it’s a ‘coffee’ at a café, a trip to the playground, borrowing a book from the library or on special occasions a trip to the movies, the absolute fun and adventures we share, when doing something that is just for fun and just for us, has created so many memories. Knowing soon that these will be restricted to weekends and holidays and not every week, like they are now, makes me realise how quickly children grow up.
Cuddles and kisses.
There is nothing better than cuddles and kisses from your kids. In fact, other than my kids and my cats (and on occasion my husband) I don’t even like cuddles and kisses, but with them I CANNOT GET ENOUGH. The days I am at home I find myself the constant recipient of these demonstrations of love. Whether it be snuggles on the couch, a giant running bear hug in public, an arm hug while attempting to eat lunch or an uncomfortable embrace on the toilet, there are never restrictions on when or where they may occur. Soon though, these opportunities will be limited to weekends and before or after school, which let’s be honest, usually just consists of rushing around and super levels of crankiness.