We accept the rapid pace with which childhood moves along, molding ourselves to the ebb and flow of new rythms on a daily basis. The rigid schedule of school replaces the luxury that we enjoyed of lazy mornings waiting for the sunrise while watching Mickey Mouse and preparing milk bottles. Now, each morning is a race against the clock, an organized chaos filled with mood assessments, dietary experiments, lunch boxes and poopy diapers hopefully before we have to leave.
When the moment arrives to pass my baby girl into the arms of her teacher, the lump in my throat is there as I have once again completed my morning motherly duties. My world falls to the ground with a loud, silent thump as I walk back to the car, adjusting to the solitude that I no longer treasure.
It's time to work. But I miss her terribly. My days are filled with a bittersweet duality of mixed emotions. I race to do what I can before the magical hour of 4pm arrives. It is then that I wrap up my day and set forth into the kitchen to prepare sippy cups, snacks and dinner in preparation to greet her at 5pm. I am enthusiastic about the drive to school filled with anticipation like a child on Christmas Eve. When I secretly peek into the window of her classroom, all of the love that I felt for this precious child since birth comes gushing in and I am the happiest woman on earth.
I have committed myself to dedicating mornings, evenings and weekends to Malkah. She deserves nothing less. She loves books, music and dancing. She is hungry to learn and I am pleased to oblige! If I could have ten more of her I would.
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