Apparently that’s what I am.
At least according to my children …
Well … the youngest.
I texted her a simple text the other day. It was Friday and she was going to a friend’s house to spend the night, which meant I saw her only that morning and would not see her again until later in the day on Saturday.
Just typing that makes me miss her and want to text her another text like this one.
I mean … I think it was a pretty low-key mom text.
La Petite Belle claims that I am “addicted to” her and her sister.
I guess you could say that I am.
I think about them every day, probably every hour.
Is that obsessed?
If it is, then YES, I am obsessed with them.
I want to know what they’re doing, what they’re thinking, if they need me, if they’re making wise decisions, what they’re eating, who they’re with, what their future holds, and how much I’ll miss them when they’re out of my house … (cough, cough … {tears} … wailing and ugly cry).
I think my girls would like me to be less obsessed with them.
Yep. Not gonna happen.
This past Sunday, Mother’s Day, I had a horrible thought that next year might be the last Mother’s Day where K Belle is still living under my roof. (more cries and wails)
Scary and exciting times ahead.
But, until then … let the obsession continue. And, little does La Petite Belle know that the obsession will only get stronger after her sister leaves and she’s the ONLY child.
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