Mommybrain

So Quinn left today to spend the weekend at his Farfar’s house in the country. I’ve got a lot of mixed feelings about this, but I know it will be good for both of them. And I should be excited about a totally grown-up, kid-free weekend, right? I mean any self-respecting Mom would be thrilled at the idea of hours upon hours of personal time, staying out as late as she wants, sleeping in as late as she wants, shopping, pedicuring, uninterrupted blogging, being completely self-absorbed, right?
But I keep thinking about missing out on his experiences. He’ll have his first camp-out (in my father-in-law’s girlfriend, Lee’s, backyard). He’ll go swimming. He’ll play with Lee’s grandkids and see their goats and ducks and chickens. He’ll make s’mores. It’s going to be so great for him. And I want to witness every moment.

Thinking about this earlier today, I realized that this is just a taste of what it will feel like when he’s a teenager, having most of his meaningful experiences with me nowhere in site. But I’m the most important person in his life, right? Sadly, I know I won’t always be. And though I wish I could just keep him with me forever, it horrifies me to think that I would even consider being one of those mothers.

Well, the bottom line for this weekend is that Quinn is over-the-moon excited about it. And that’s what’s really important. Here’s a little video clip of a chat I had with him before he left.

And I’ve still got a few years left of being #1. I’ll do my best to savor every minute.

Addendum: And I guess I should be happy to have childcare covered since we are going to see Radiohead tonight and we’re the only people I know who managed to get tickets. So I’ll stop whining now.