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Four consecutive nights have passed and she’s still without sleep.
In a sleepy haze she manages to nurse the baby, change him, and rock him back to sleep,
Only to repeat the same exact cycle a mere two hours later.
Day and Night, Night and Day, all she is sure of is her
Near debilitating Exhaustion.
Before she knows it, her toddler is blowing out the big #2 candle on his birthday cake.
He’s walking now and talking, too.
Long forgotten are the sleepless nights and countless diaper changes.
She blinked and found herself sitting at his high school graduation. Overwhelmed with so many emotions, love, pride, excitement, and admitted sadness for after the always too short Summer Break he will be off to college.
Out-of-State and all alone.
With another blink of the eye she started noticing cooler mornings and evenings,
and the faintest of amber hues peeking through the not yet bare trees.
Summer was over.
They packed his bags and loaded up their old Volvo that was now his,
and watched as he drove away from the only home he had ever known to
Start a life of his very own.
Standing at the end of the driveway, watching as the old Volvo got smaller and smaller with distance, she wished she had listened when her own mother told her,
“The days are long, but the years are short.”
Far too short, she couldn’t help but think as she turned and walked toward the house.