Crying in the Macaroni and Cheese

I remember, during the last day or so of my pregnancy, thinking "I'm sure that the day will come when I will feel somewhat melancholy about never being pregnant again, but right now I have to admit that it's nothing but sheer relief.

Well, the melancholy came a bit sooner than I had expected. It was partly post-partum hormonal crud, I'm sure. I was making macaroni and cheese for my other children for lunch, and it just hit me that this is the beginning of the end. "I will never again have another 4 day old." I thought. "I'll blink, and then I'll be an empty nester." Tears.

I do think that I am fortunate to realize that these are the happiest days I will ever know, probably. I am grateful for these little reminders not to waste this precious time with them. That little speech from the movie Hook haunts me: " We have a few special years with our children, when they're the ones that want us around. After that you're going to be running after them for a bit of attention. It's so fast Peter. Just a few years, and it's over. And you are not being careful. And you are missing it. "

Anyway, we all have our moments of melancholy, forgive me for waxing sentimental.