A few weeks ago, Sophie's class celebrated the 100th day of school. They had all kinds of special events planned, including a big party. I volunteer in Soph's class every Tuesday. That week, on the way in, I stopped at the bulletin board outside the classroom. In line with the 100 Day Celebration, they did an art project where each child drew his or her self as they are now and as they imagine they will look at 100. Since they're really working on writing they also had to write about being 100. My eyes searched all of the drawings until I found my Sophie's (the most colorful one, of course!):
When I am 100 years old, I think I will....
be living in a nursing home.
My Mom and Dad are coming.
I am going to play games.
I like being 100.
Don't you know that I busted out in tears right there in the hallway!?!?! I had to dig tissues out of my purse and try to pull myself together before I entered the class. I cried again when Alain got home that night and I told him about it. I still get teary every time I see this......even when I took the pictures. It's VERY hard to think about my baby having her own life and I am long gone. What really slays me is that the thought hasn't yet entered Sophie's mind that one day we won't be in her life. Heart breaking.
The tears are coming again now. I can't even help myself. This is the beautiful heartbreak of parenthood.