Lately, just as my head is about to explode from P making me pick up one more thing, disassembling one more thing, or destroying one more thing, inevitably one of my enlightened friends will say this lovely phrase:
“Enjoy it…they grow up so quick.”
And then my head goes….
I can agree, it has the illusion of going quick. It was in a blink of an eye that Charlotte was a perfect baby. I can remember bathing her and feeding her, her first birthday, her first haircut, the time she cut her own hair and on and on and on. But I have to tell you…I love her at 8. I love her getting older. She recently started “sleeping in”. It’s heaven.
I love the ability to jump in the car, to go to Disney, to drop her off at her grandparents, to bring her to the water park…it’s fantastic. If I am being honest, my kids growing up is making me happy.
I think I am a better parent to a grown child.
The past two years with P, while it hasn’t gone quick, has been fun. But raising a boy has been profoundly different from the first time around.
Busier comes to mind.
Maybe because I am older and my back hurts more (don’t believe what they tell you, have your kids in your 20′s), maybe because I am a budding entrepreneur with a slightly successful business and my mind is scattered, or maybe because playing with toys got old 5 years ago.
It’s been an adventure these past two years.
Just to remind you, here is a month by month breakdown of P growing up from August 2011 when he was born till July 2013.
And now… August 2013
It is not going quick.
But oh….I love this boy.
He turns 2 on Friday.
And while I cannot wait for him to turn like 5 so we can go on a real vacation that doesn’t include diapers and pacifiers, or leave the house when it doesn’t center around nap time, I am trying to slow down and enjoy the “growing up” phase too.
Thanks to all of you that have watched little P grow up around here….the real question is, do you feel older?