Sunday I received a tearful phone call from my friend Blondie. She had found some old home videos of her son as a toddler, and was saddened about him growing up so fast. She talked about how little and cute he was and how tiny his little voice was… At that time I was sitting on the back porch with my girls – The Teen and I catching some sun rays and Midge sitting in the shade reading on the iPad. We had Fall Out Boy on the iPod and were griping about how cold the rest of the week was going to be.
Then today my friend Trisha posted about her daughter growing up and hitting puberty, how expensive good Tween clothes are (true that) – and finished it with ‘make it stop.’ This time I was reading it as I was sitting at the mall while The Teen and her friend were off shopping and Midge and I were sharing a frozen yogurt after our feet were sore from some major power shopping.
Both times I was at a complete loss for words because frankly…. I LOVE that my kids are growing up.
Don’t get me wrong… I enjoyed them as toddlers, but I thank God every day that that phase of my (our?) life is over.
I love that they sleep through the night – even when it’s storming.
I love that they get up and make themselves breakfast and get dressed and ready for their day – often before I have even gotten off the treadmill.
I love that after dinner they both put their dishes in the sink and we all clean up the kitchen.
I love that The Teen is taller than I am. (but knows I will still knock her out if necessary)
I love that they keep their room (and the rest of the house) relatively clean.
I love that we get to go out to eat at nice restaurants, go to hot new movies, and can stay out as late as we want without fear of a total melt down.
I love that The Teen and I steal each others clothes and shoes. I love that we listen to the same music, watch the same shows, and love the same fashion.
I love that for 7 hours a day my girls are at their “job” (school) and I have the freedom to do mine. And then when they get home, we have the freedom to do whatever we want – whether its stay home or head out to dinner and a movie.
I love that I am getting to (FINALLY!!!) teach The Teen how to spin a rifle, and Midge how to do a cartwheel.
I love that the girls can go play in the back yard and I do not have to worry about what they are putting into their mouths or if they are going to get hurt.
I love that I can understand every word they say, and they can tell me what they want.
I love that the last time I heard one of my children cry was with the passing of our pet months ago.
Maybe there is something wrong with me, but I wouldn’t want to go back to the “baby” days for anything in this World. We are enjoying this “grown up” thing WAY too much.