Today’s the day.
Summer is officially over in the Smith household. Back to school. Back to the library. Back to work.
Last year I couldn’t wait to go back. Living for three months in a single room with a brand new “medically fragile” baby will do that to you. I wanted interaction, I wanted adult conversation, I wanted normal. Going back was a relief.
This time it’s different.
I’m still excited, I’m still anxious, but I’m also sad. I’m going to miss my little boy. I’m going to miss seeing his face each morning. Greg and I agree that just-woke-up Simeon is the best– he’s warm, he’s soft, he’s melt-in-your-arms delicious. And he gives snuggles like a pound puppy who’s wants to be adopted real bad.
But students will be in next Monday and I’ve got to get ready. The truth is, I want to see my students. I’ve got some great new books to share with them and I know I’ll be shocked at how the past two months have changed them. They always look so grown-up.
So this morning, when his nurse arrives, I’ll leave the house with Sim still asleep. He won’t hear me go. I’ll resist the urge to wake him, I’ll steal a kiss on my way out, and pray that he knows I’m missing him.