Friday was rated E for Emotional

Friday dawned busy and bright with my yard sale. I had been working hard all week to price, organize and clear out the "stuff" to make a little space in the garage and a little cash for my pocket. I kept saying to my neighbor (who combined with me) that I didn't think I really had enough for a yard sale but low and behold, our driveway and lawn was filled to max capacity.

The day started early and was busy all morning but my emotions started to manifest themselves when the crib all three of my babies slept in caught the eye of a sweet old grandma. As soon as she offered me $15, I was almost irate. "I will take no less than $16,000 for this thing. It comes with a foam mattress after all." Memories just don't have a price tag (unless, let's be honest, it involves multiple zeros at the end.) After she gave me some sob story about wanting it for her grandchildren, I released her from the head lock I had her in, and let her have it for the cheaper price.



I really did swell with sadness as I watched her shove my precious crib into her car's stuffy little back seat. Take good care of her grandma or I will hunt you down. I feel like I have lost an actual child.


Then I was swiftly off to the 3 Piggy Opera put on by Eden's Kindergarten class at 9:30. To see her little face singing about blowing down houses sent me into tear mania. I couldn't believe my little 6-year old in a shirt with pigs on it had such power over me. I tried to contain myself so that others wouldn't think I was headed to the loony bin but every time she looked at me, I made a spectacle of myself with waving hysterics. I was in the back row so only a few people saw me.



As soon as I got home from the "opera," I finished up the yard sale and went upstairs to make a phone call. Rob yelled up at me to come down and after letting him know I was a little irritated that he would interupt my phone call with my mother, he opened up the front door to reveal my darling Eden riding around on her big girl bike with no training wheels.

SHUT UP!

It was all I could do to keep from having a screaming fit at the kids-grow-up-too-fast gods. I have been a horrible mother at teaching my children the finer art of childhood. No swimming lessons, not teaching them to ride bikes and no spontaneous mud pies so Eden decided she had had enough with waiting for me to buck up and be a parent. She "told" Rob to take the training wheels off and away she went. No crashing, no scares, just riding that bike like someone else taught her while we weren't looking. Boy is my face red.


Is Heavenly Father trying to teach me a lesson on who is in charge by all these cruel, growing up too fast antics? No more kids, huh, Rachel? I'll show you how I feel about that!!! BAM, your kids are all teenagers now.