quiet

It's 9:30 on a Thursday morning. I am drinking chai, eating toast and reveling in the quiet. The babies are sleeping and my firstborn is at his second day of preschool. Sigh. 

When I had Lute, my mother-in-law told me that from the birth of a child, it is a constant, subtle letting go. Lute is not thrilled about school yet... Today when I dropped him off, all he kept saying was, "But I want you, Mama." I enthused on and on about how fun school would be, all the the cool things he was going to do, and that it was just a couple of hours and I would be back - nothing to worry about! He bravely made his way to the play-doh and said goodbye.

But the truth is, buddy, I miss you, too.