Professor Mom

Chronicles the life of a mom, teacher, and writer trying to stay sane amid the chaos of daily life.

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Omaha Mama's picture Omaha Mama

I feel that way too, sometimes. When I realize how much I love my family, how happy I am. Knowing that none of those things last forever, sigh.

When J and I had adopted Mollie, we didn't have kids yet. One night I realized that some day her death would be our responsibility. That my dad couldn't just quietly take her out behind the tree on the farm where all of my childhood pets went after they died. I cried and asked J what people do in the city when their pets die, I really didn't know! He assured me that he'd take care of getting the pet to the vet, and that most likely we'd end up putting the pet down when she was old and her health was failing. While that didn't make me feel a whole lot better, at least I knew what to expect. Sheesh. It's not easy, is it.


Aliki McElreath's picture Aliki McElreath

at's so true and poignant what you wrote--about realizing that one day a pet's death would be your responsibility. Growing up, my dad always took care of that side of things. It's hard when suddenly it's your responsibility.


Aliki McElreath's picture Aliki McElreath

Part of my comment got cut off!

"That's so true..."