It was more difficult than I even imagined, leaving the sixth child at the school in far, far away. In the weeks leading up to this day, Ive been dreading the impending quietness that will fall upon the house. See, I grew up an only child, it was always quiet. I did not like the quietness. Having lots of kids, and noise, gave me back some of what I missed growing up. Yes, with a large blended family, there has been turmoil, but there has been joy, and lots of it. Ive so enjoyed all of them over the years. Our group is quite the comedy team! Leaving number six at that far away school was heart wrenching. In my mind, she is still the little girl who pronounces her Cs as Ts. On the way home, I happened to be reminiscing, when on the radio,a song began playing that reminded me of that very thing, and the tears began to flow again: That little blonde haired girl singing... Towboy, Take Me Away. Even more tear jerking...Her sister who is still at home, and missing her already, sang that song as her audition for American Idol. So, it reminded me of both girls at the same time, the one in the far away school, and our last one at home. Have mercy, and hand me the Kleenex. Do they have support groups for this? How will I make it through the last one?? Be prepared Sierra, Mama just might be coming with you. :-)
Posted on: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 08:43:20 +0000
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