I find it a little miserable that I can pass through the seven ages of life in only one day.
Okay, I didn’t count all seven, but there were enough to leave me frustrated and exhausted by the end of today.
I went from mature 30-something dropping off my child with a friend and enjoying the company of another set of parents.
to jubilant twenty-something with the world at her finger tips fresh out of a local TV recording station. fun!
to nervous, self-conscious, tired trying to keep myself together teen who confidently opened her mouth in class only to hear her voice shaking in fear.
to sobbing child.Â sobbing child.Â staring at the faces of classmates in horror as the tears refused to stop.
and now i’m home.
as my own child would say, “I need a hugabug.”