Three weeks ago, I wondered how I’d ever adjust to having BoBo home for a so long. I was excited to have him come home but equally worried about him distracting YaYa from his studies, and keeping me up at night. I have a difficult time getting to sleep and sleep über light.
There was an adjustment period. He had to adapt to my excessive need order and I had to lighten up a bit on everything being just so. There was a lot of X-Box, a lot of movies, a lot of dirty dishes, and an few over-the-top moments of brotherly teasing. But there were also a lot of bonding moments, family dinners that actually felt like “family”, and some big brother coaching on baseball.
And now…
It’s hard to believe that he’s gone.
I know that feeling, both when they are coming and when they are going. Motherhood is such a tough one.