They are 13 and 9.
GREAT ages.
Turning point ages.
Turning point for ME, that is.
And yes, for them, of course. But, I am having to adapt as well.
They won’t kill each other when I leave them home alone.
They can fry an egg for breakfast.
They make their own lunch – if they choose to eat.
They will complete the list of chores hanging in the kitchen without *much* push back.
They run errands for me at the post office.
They can bike to the library.
They can make a deposit at the bank, or waste their money at the candy store.
They actually help out with the younger kids at social gatherings.
They appreciate “Pysch”.
They spend hours playing at friend’s houses.
Hours.
Ok. As someone who works from home, I’m torn.
I really like my kids. Of course I love them, but I also really like them. I enjoy them.
And while being handed uninterrupted time to work is awesome, I also miss them.
They are at that age where they would rather play at a friend’s house rather than ours. And, thankfully, they have some really great friends.
One with an entire wooded nature-fest to explore.
One with a pool.
And so, off they go.
While I stay home and write, connect with customers, and straighten up.
They are 13 and 9.
GREAT ages.
And truly, I am proud of who they are growing up to be.
I am grateful.
And, just a little lonely without them.
True story.
Do you understand my plight? Wanting them to stay young, but relishing that they are growing up?
