Tip jar

Tip jar

Twenty-four, seven
Mother’s work is never done
Hugs and tips welcome

I was up until the wee hours of the morning recently. It was 12:34 a.m. to be exact. I know this because that was when my soon-to-be 19-year-old son walked through our front door.

If you know me, for me to be awake at that ungodly hour – my typical bedtime is before 10 p.m. – it had to be important. It was. My baby wasn’t home. The Mister was working late and I needed to be alert until my boy was safe in his bed.

Don’t get me wrong, I trust him to be smart when he is out late. He’s great about calling to let me know when he’s on his way home. Still, until I could put my hands on him (or hug him good night), I couldn’t sleep.

Trust me on this, there will come a day when you’ll miss those days of youthful separation anxiety. A day will come when your precious, clingy child will want nothing more than to be anywhere other than with you. That’s not a bad thing. It means they’re growing up, that they’re confident and comfortable without you. That means you’re doing your job as a parent.

It also means that after years of finally being able to sleep through the night, without having to get up with a hungry or wet baby, you’ll be losing sleep again.

5, 7, 5

Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL.

5 thoughts on “Tip jar

  1. Yep, you said it Tara. Sometimes I’d like to go back to those years when all my kids were home….late hours or not. Now this house it way too quiet and boring…..until they’re all in town again and raising a ruckus. ~Joy

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