Today was the beginning of something great…for Caleb and for me. He started preschool! And was so happy about it. No tears. No trepidation. Just pure delight. He was excited to be there, which made it easy on me and Derek.
And then I got in the car and headed off to a chiropractic massage (a treat for me) and realized that no one was in their car seat. No one was dictating the noise level of the music, or what music played. I could pick any station I wanted. No one was fighting. No one was crying. No one was asking for a book, a snack, or a toy. It was just me. Little old me, all by myself. It was a new experience for me. A sobering experience. "Who am I?" I thought! I’m Derek’s wife, Jacob and Caleb’s mom…those are wonderful things that bring me a lot of joy and a lot of satisfaction. But there must be more than that. Somewhere in there is a woman named Meredith. A woman (or lady as Jacob calls me) who’s name is Meredith. Just Meredith. Not Mom, or Mommy, or Mer. Although I love those names. I’m going to take Tuesday and Thursday mornings from 8:30 to 11:10 to explore who I am. Oh, sure, there will be some days when all I do is clean or run errands. But every once in a while I’ll go to Barnes and Noble and just browse or sit and read. Meredith likes books. Maybe I’ll go for a walk or to the gym. Meredith likes exercise. Maybe I’ll scrapbook or cross stitch or learn how to decorate my new house. Meredith likes those things. I’m starting to like the sound of that…
But then at 11:10 am on Tuesday and Thursday I’ll be happy and excited to be "Mom" again.
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