The Meltdown

Well it was inevitable, it was coming and I could sense it.  There have been quite a few changes in my world lately and Mylee is not getting used to it.  Kiya loves the changes and I do see a positive response to it, a little more attitude but that might just be age related as well. 

I started working back in February as a lunch supervisor at one of our neighbourhood schools.  This requires that Kiya eats lunch at school and someone other than me picks her up.  Now I work Monday, Wednesday and Friday at the neighbourhood school and then volunteer on Tuesdays and Thursdays in another classroom at my kids school. 

At first neither child wanted me in their class.  I understood this better than I ever thought I would.  School for my children is a place to be free from me, now that sounds like I am some kind of monster, but I am the mom.  I have to be a hard ass most times when they are not listening, or when their rooms are a mess, or when things need to be done and they are sitting in front of the television.  That being said over the past 2 months both children have changed their tunes.  Both want me to be in their classes. 

Now for Mylee this change has been difficult and we had to sit down and have a good long cry and a good long chat about just how she felt.  She doesn't like me not coming to pick her up, she doesn't like me not being home with her, and mostly she doesn't like me working.  As much as I explain all the positive things that come out of working she just doesn't like it.  And how can I blame her.  I have been lucky to be able to stay home for 9 years with my children. 

So with a lot of extra snuggling, and some new routines we have gotten some positive things out of mommy working.   Some days are better than others but with any great change comes a new adventure.  Now I wish they would just stop growing up, what happened to my little babies who needed me for everything?  Too soon do they grow up and become independent little beings, and though I am greatful for every new discovery, I get a little melancholy knowing that the tiny hands are almost gone and my girls are growing up into little young ladies.