Friday, September 23, 2011

All four of the kids are finally in school!!! Yay!! (Picture me throwing confetti and doing a Happy Dance!) I never thought this day would come. I finally have more of that most precious resource--Time.

The week before school started, I took the three little kids to Kmart for some last minute school supplies. The cashier looked at the crayons and folders strewn across the register and then at Zach and Caleb who were holding up gum and Skittles yelling, "Hey, Mommy! Can I have this!"

She looked at Grace who was drooling on the register and elbowing me in the stomach because she didn't want to stand in line. She wanted to run through the store, pulling things from the shelves and stuffing them in her mouth.

The cashier went a little misty eyed. "Do you cry every year when they go back to school?"

Cry? Do tears of joy count? "Um, no," I said as Grace started biting the counter.

"I cried every year when mine got on the bus," she said. "But I stayed at home with them."

Good grief, I wanted to say. That's why I want them in school. Because I'm home with them every single day. Of course I didn't say it. "I'm home too," I said as I picked Grace up and held her under my arm like a football. (For those of you who don't know, Grace is BIG.) Grace kicked me a few times, then flapped her hands and giggled.

As we walked to the car I wondered whether my Extreme Joy at the thought of the kids being in school made me a Bad Mother. Then Zach and Caleb started leaning across the back seat to hit each other.

No, I thought over their screams. It makes me human.

2 comments:

  1. Hello Stephanie - I found your blog through your contributor's bio at Poetry Quarterly. I just wanted to stop by and say your poems there are wonderful - such fantastic imagery!

    My youngest starts Kindergarten next year, and as a fellow stay at home mom poet, I'm counting the minutes. I guess that makes me a Bad Mother too :-)

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  2. Magpiedays,

    I'm glad you enjoyed my poetry. It's always nice to find out someone is actually reading your work!

    And welcome to the Bad Mother Club. It's pretty cool. Each year when school starts we do happy dances and sing, "It's the most wonderful time of the year!"

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