At the risk of harping on a dead horse (like how I combined metaphors there?), I have to share an image from today.
I got the kids up, got them dressed in the clothes their mom had picked out for their first day of school, fed them breakfast, dealt with Lilly's tantrum, did puzzles, played games, washed their dishes, made their lunch, fed them lunch, got them into the van on time, parked at preschool...
...where they hopped out of the van, ran into mommy's arms, and she walked them into school. I was right behind them, but still.
One day, I'll be able to do this on my own. This isn't my time.
I know this.
I'm okay, truly. The image just struck me, a little painfully.