Upper Classman

Our little HL is now an "upper classman" at preschool. Talk about a mixed bag of emotions- he's doing very well in school, acting more grown up, and helping out more around the house which, of course, makes me very proud. But then again, he's doing very well in his second year of school, acting more grown up, and helping out more around the house which, of course, makes me miss my little baby. There are times when I literally swing from one emotion to the next in a matter of mere moments. And I've heard that motherhood tends to remain in this teetering emotional state for the duration. The thought of it makes me want another baby. I figure if I just keep having babies, then I'll never have to give up my baby/cuddle time. I could have a baby every other year until my oldest gives me a grandbaby. That should only be another, say, 18 to 20 years or 9 to 10 babies. I could do that. No problem. Okay, that obviously is not the answer. I know I may sound greedy about baby time, but really I'm just tremendously grateful to have my two incredible sons. It took us several years and just as many miscarriages to get our first and it served to make me that much more in awe of the miracles I was given. Thank you, God, for my (growing up) babies.