a friend of mine and i were discussing her dread of her little ones growing up last night. while i don't share her dread, i do sense that i will miss my wee ones being so small once they've grown up a bit. Pixie started school today. Tiny Tank is returning for his second year. Dimples is in third grade. i dropped them off this morning, skipping my first period class to have the opportunity to send them off on their grand adventure.
on the way to school afterwards, i had this small pang of longing that they would stay small. not forever, but for a while longer anyway. and that pang has been haunting me since. it's not a mortal wound, but it is an irritation that keeps hitting me in quiet moments today. just like so many other small pains we suffer in our day to day.
and i think maybe that's what eventually kills us all. death is not a single event, but a culmination of all the small pains and wounds we endure.
ghost
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