Lessons in Gratitude: The Day My Roommate Moved Out

It was a fun day… Filled with painting, rearranging, decorating, and pretending like I was Joanna Gains from fixer upper, making you a fabulous new room.

I’ve been thinking about this new room for awhile… Picked colors (with your help) and started hand making nearly every item for this room so it would be extra special.

You’ve been asking about your new room for awhile now too… And we finally started getting everything ready for you.

It was so fun! You were dancing and laughing and helping all day.

Everything was great…until I realized this new room and big girl bed would mean you would have to leave my room and leave your little bed.

It finally hit me around 7:45 when you wanted to get jammies early and started skipping to your new room. You ran into our room (well, now it was just my room) and got your Minnie mouse pillow and sprinted to your new room, ready for bed (which never happens).

I actually tried to convince you that you couldn’t sleep there yet because the paint wasn’t ready (it was completely dry and no scent of any fumes-since the windows were open all day), but of course you refused. We had been working on it all day you knew that there was no reason why you couldn’t sleep there tonight.

You never got ready for bed any faster in your life.

Then I wanted to snuggle, but you said “maybe later, this is my bed, goodnight mommy”.

That’s when it really hit me.

You’re growing up.

And I’m so happy to watch you grow, but right now I’m also sad.

As I went back to my room and looked at your empty toddler bed, I wanted nothing more than to be your roommate for one more night.

I’ll miss crawling into my bed and looking across the room to see you peacefully sleeping.

Despite not being a morning person, I will miss being right there when you would wake up and have you crawl into my bed before shaking my head and demanding ” breaksficks”.

I’ll miss you waking me up to fix your blankets.

I’ll miss our little chats about your day late at night when you should be sleeping.

I’ll miss you begging me to go to bed at the same time as you in our room because you want me to be around when you fall asleep.

I’ll miss falling asleep to your little snores.

I’ll miss everything about being your roommate – because I loved being your roommate.

And I’ll tell you a secret.

That night when you moved out…I couldn’t sleep at all.
It just didn’t feel right. I missed you too much.

So, finally, I snuck into your room and snuggled in your big girl bed with you… Like a scene from the “I’ll Love You Forever” book… You had no idea. I have never been more happy to let you hog the covers and keep me scrunched up against the edge of the bed.

But don’t worry, I left before you woke up so you wouldn’t get mad at me for stealing your new big girl bed.

I might need to sneak in there for a few more nights.

Because it’s hard to let go.

And it’s funny how you don’t realize how special something is until it’s gone.

You being my roommate for the past 3 1/2 years has been wonderful and now, more than ever, I really know how special it was to have you so close to me.

Let’s just say, it has been a big lesson in gratitude (funny how my word of the year really kicks me in the bum)

So thank you for all the memories you’ve given me as my longest roommate.

And thank you for reminding me that I need to cherish all these moments a little more before they’re gone.

I used to look forward to the day I had my room back to myself… But now I’ll look forward to the day that you want to come back and have a sleepover with mommy in your old room.

I miss you baby girl.

The book says it perfectly.

“I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always, as long as I’m living my baby you’ll be.”

Thanks for being my roommate.


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