In just two days the baby of the house will be nine. NINE (!!)
How did this happen?
I know the answer of course…. one tiny day at a time. Just like the ones before him.
I feel an evident shift in our lives. For almost two decades we have had some little one in the house, a soul with both feet strongly planted in the imaginative make believe world of being little, and we're ever so slowly stepping out of it……
There is still imagination and great hours full of play, for sure (homemade nets made from sticks and strainers). But things feel different. Bigger. More serious. The four or five hours spent building legos is followed by an in depth discussion of all the features of his creation and then the fact that he will be a lego designer when he grows up. My girls have been working together musically more and more, and have plans to buy a better microphone so they can record some songs on iTunes. iTunes! I listen to their talk of how music will fit in (or lead) their adult lives.
I know this sounds dramatic, but I truly feel as if the childhood mat was pulled from beneath my feet. Ready or not. And like everything with parenting, right when I was oh so very comfortable. And so it goes….
It is so full. And just when I can't quite imagine we could squeeze something else in, we do. My days are thick with the act of being a co-pilot to their work. Some of it ending far after my preferred bedtime as I drive to pick up the last of them at 11pm from a job that makes them smile. It's amazing how much can happen without the worry of missed naps or 8pm bedtimes……. instead there are open mics, and volunteer activities, and jobs, and music events, and lessons…. and a lot of snacks and meals in-between all of those.
And while most days I hit the pillow completely exhausted….. I am also amazed and wonderstruck at what these little young people are becoming…. grateful that they share their plans and opinions on the world with me, even if it usually happens while I am driving them to their next adventure……