When she turned 8 we started a mental countdown of how many years we have left with her living as a child, under our roof.
9 was hard because it’s the halfway point. You’re halfway done with their childhood. Wow. It’s a time to sit back and take a mental note of how much future therapy you might have caused so far.
But today we hit a new mark.
10 isn’t just 10.
10 is only 8 years until 18, it’s the downslope.
It’s 6 years until driving (maybe) a real car. Only 6 years ago she was recklessly driving the power wheels John Deere Tractor while her grandfather ran behind her to prevent her from driving it into the pool
It’s 3 years until thirteen! Three years until teen!
10 is the first year that she really didn’t ask for any toys for her birthday. She asked specifically for trendy clothes. Apparently she thought that I would be a good person to pick out trendy clothes. (HA!)
The good news is that if her what her dad says sticks, it’ll be 15 more years until she dates.
Sorry for the lack of posts the past week, I met my match with a nasty kidney stone this week. The best place to stay up to date with where I am is on Facebook.
I’m still battling that same evil kidney stone and now a cold on top of that so posting this week might be light as well.