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Growing Pains

October 20, 2015

IMG_8438Talking to a new friend today, I was telling her how busy this particular day was. We had to be at this place and that, I needed to be somewhere else, and although I was sure we’d get it all together, it was going to be a little nuts. 

She agreed and understood, recalling the busy days parenting active children. She lamented and reminisced, giving me examples of her busiest days. I nodded reading her email.

As we wrapped up the conversation, she reminded me that it all passes too quickly. Before I know it, they’ll both be grown, out of college and married. She practically apologized for the cliché nature of her words, but I knew exactly what she meant.

Talking to an old fiend earlier in the day, we marveled at the fact that our littlest would turn ten this school year. We’ve been there before. We both have older kids, too. We get that years pass and kids grow older.

I didn’t expect it to happen to my child, though. Somehow the sands of time would skip us.

It all seems possible, until you catch a glimpse of that chubby faced toddler in the frame on the bookshelf. When you find a box of little baby teeth, you clearly recall the toothless grin that was both awkward and adorable.

If I could, I’d go back to those days. Not permanently, of course. Just long enough for a quick hug. Maybe a little snuggle and a big deep breath filled with familiar baby smells.

We’re in a good place. They make their own breakfast most days. The boy can cook a mean quesadilla. We’ve almost entirely outgrown babysitters, and The Girl knows the exact coffee to creamer ratio and which mug makes it taste the best. Naps are of the past. I should clarify. Naps for kids are long gone. I get naps more frequently, since there’s no danger of a kid drinking bleach or taking a sharpie to the walls.

Their independence is appreciated, but these days I cling to her hand a little longer, even if she wants to let go. They speak, and I stop to listen. He says something profound and teaches me something. She is optimistic and happy, as only a 9.5 year old little girl can be. She still thinks I’m wonderful.

My mom friends and I no longer spend our time on potty training tips, but we lament about the passing years. To those who went before me, you were right: it does go too quickly. You can’t get it back. You won’t necessarily want to get it all back. I can live without the temper tantrum she once had at the soccer field. She held on to my leg, screaming bloody murder, while I dragged her to the car. He cussed out loud, right in the middle of the grocery store. I never got to apologize to the sweet old lady who heard him. She smiled, though. She got it.

I think you’re too bogged down by schedules and new siblings and “is it organic” to move more slowly when they’re little, but you can’t help it. Someday, you’ll be near 10, too. You’ll wonder why they smell so bad and where they learned to talk to their parents like that. You’ll find out how expensive braces are and that an iPhone is more essential than you ever imagined.

Remember the ones who told you “life is short.” Yours may be ten, but theirs are out of college and getting married. Theirs can also buy wine for them. That’s a milestone worth looking forward to. Cheers!325869_10150521990556070_1225192933_o

*originally published in The Metro Spirit, Augusta, GA http://www.themetrospirit.com

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  1. October 22, 2015 8:59 pm

    As they get older, mine are 27, 25 and 20, they even start to act like responsible, contributing members of society….and pay for their own stuff.

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