AUTHOR: Carolyn Savage | POSTED: August 26, 2013 | COMMENTS: 5 Comments
CATEGORIES: Back-to-School, Daughters, Focusing on The Joy, Glass City Parent, perspective, twins,
I am completely alone in my house right now. Not even the cat is inside. There are no toys tinkering; No little…or big…voices chattering; Even the television is silenced. I can actually hear the cicadas though my closed windows.
It’s been so long since I’ve been alone in my house—over two years—that I’ve forgotten the feeling it elicits. My present state-of-giddiness doesn’t come from being alone. It comes from being alone IN MY HOME. I think I can trace my love of being home alone back to my earliest days. I’ll never forget the first time my mom deemed me old enough. I must’ve been around eight—don’t judge…it was the seventies—and my two younger brothers needed a ride to a friend’s house. As I watched my mother’s car disappear around the corner, I remember making a b-line for the fridge so I could sneak a can of my mom’s diet Fresca. I pulled back the tab, listened to the fizz and took my first sip. It stung as it went down. Actually, I didn’t even like diet Fresca but drinking that can of soda wasn’t about sneaking a treat. It was about independence.
When I’m home alone I answer ONLY to myself.
Of course, even my eight-year-old-diet-Fresca-snatching-self knew my time alone was precious. It wasn’t to be wasted. It was an opportunity to be unabashedly productive. The difference was I could do whatever I needed to do while singing at the top of my lungs…with an English accent…half-dressed…because I was home alone.
All three little girls started school this morning. It was a busy routine to get three dresses on, three pairs of shoes tied, and three heads of hair coiffed with matching ribbons, but I accomplished all of it with a smile on my face and a spring in my step. I’m excited for them. I love their school. I can’t wait to see what they learn. I’m so proud of the little people they are becoming. All reasons to smile.
But the spring?
The spring was in anticipation of what lie ahead for me and is the reason I sprinted to my car and pealed out of the parking lot after drop-off.
An empty house.
Cue girly squeal.
So, if you’ll excuse me now, I have responsibilities to carry out. And, I may or may not be accomplishing them while singing at the top of my lungs…with an English accent…half dressed!
I’m home all alone.
If you’re surprised to learn the twins are starting school at the age of two I can’t blame you. There was a time in my life I would have scoffed at the concept of sending a two year old to school. I wrote about our decision to send Reagan and Isabella to school at such a young age over at WhatToExpect.com. You can read our rationale here! I’d be so appreciative if you’d go over and leave a comment! Thanks!
A few peeks at their first morning!