My kids are growing up and I just don’t like it. Every single time I look at them the same thing goes through my head – “STOP GROWING UP!”.
The other day Mr. Byrd texted me a picture of our oldest laying outside on our deck just listening to music on an Ipod. This doesn’t seem like a huge thing but it is because it’s something that big kids do. Toddlers would never lay still for any amount of time. It’s a sign that she’s growing up.
Our middle child cut her own bangs today perfectly without asking for help or even telling me that she was going to do it. Toddlers can’t cut their own bangs! It’s so sad. I’m not ready to let the little kid years go.
Our baby – THE BABY – doesn’t want my help anymore to do things. Sigh.
Don’t get me wrong, I know it’s a blessing that they are able to grow and be healthy. The thing is that I want more time to be able to kiss chubby toddler cheeks, watch fumbling little fingers try to color or shape clay and have their sweet mispronunciations whispered into my ears.
When I was pregnant older women would stop me and tell me to cherish it because it would go so fast. Back then I just smiled and nodded. Now I know that it goes by in warp speed.
Our oldest will be 9 in a few weeks. She’s going to be halfway to 18 (hold me). I know we’re stepping into a new exciting time where I get to start teaching them to be women instead of just teaching them how to wipe their rears and dress themselves. It is exciting but it’s not without some sadness of what we’re slowly moving away from.
And there might be some (a lot) of tears moving forward. Do you realize that we’re going to have 3 teenage girls in our house? Oy vey. Do you realize that Mr. Byrd will have four hormonal women in his house? You might want to pray for him.
Maybe they’ll listen for once and stop growing. It’s doubtful – they never listen.