A couple of weeks ago I sat and watched Patches play with a friend’s transformer toys. As I watched I remembered him being mesmerized by the display of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles toys at a McDonalds. At that moment I realized that my little boy is moving away from the world of Blues Clues and into a world of Ninja Turtles and Transformers. This change does not surprise me, I’ve seen three kids before him make similar shifts in interest. The change itself is not the surprise, but somehow I wasn’t expecting it right now. Patches is my youngest child and he is not a toddler anymore. I rejoice for this. I love watching him get stronger, smarter, more capable. But I also feel wistful.
On the same day that I noted Patches and the transformers, Gleek announced that she has wiggly teeth. This is also to be expected. She is 6 years old, prime age for growing adult teeth. But it saddens me that her beautiful little row of baby teeth is about to be replaced by a mish-mash of gaps and oversized grown up teeth. I know it is part of growing up. I know that I’ll love the gap-toothed smile as much as I love the one I see now. I still feel the urge to grab a camera and take a million pictures. I want to capture who she is right now, because in a year this Gleek will be gone. She’ll be replaced with an older version.
Life rolls on. I can’t bid any moment to stay forever. But sometimes I want to. . . just a little.
I’m in that transition period with my kids myself. My kids are 7 and almost 6 and my son desperately wants to be a big boy and my daughter is struggling with growing up and wanting to be a baby so she can crawl back into my lap. It’s crazy how fast they grow up. I realize I’m not the kind of mom that is all that good with babies and have been looking forward to them growing up a bit so I can do stuff with them, part of me really misses having them fall asleep on my chest. *sigh* I guess growing up is even hard on the parents.
I’m in that transition period with my kids myself. My kids are 7 and almost 6 and my son desperately wants to be a big boy and my daughter is struggling with growing up and wanting to be a baby so she can crawl back into my lap. It’s crazy how fast they grow up. I realize I’m not the kind of mom that is all that good with babies and have been looking forward to them growing up a bit so I can do stuff with them, part of me really misses having them fall asleep on my chest. *sigh* I guess growing up is even hard on the parents.
Miriam is also 6. Her second tooth is loose already. She’s already started debunking myths such as Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny but I can tell she feels kinda’ sad about it as well. Today, she told me she wants to create her own myths. Cool!
Miriam is also 6. Her second tooth is loose already. She’s already started debunking myths such as Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny but I can tell she feels kinda’ sad about it as well. Today, she told me she wants to create her own myths. Cool!
I remember that happening with LightningBoy… Oh.. so no more Bob the Builder huh. Thankfully, Legos are ageless!
SoccerGirl is just barely starting to leave Dora the Explorer for the Barbie Fantasy themed movies. Just a little bit. She doesn’t have anyone who is female and her age to influence her. We will have to see how kindergarten influences her…
I remember that happening with LightningBoy… Oh.. so no more Bob the Builder huh. Thankfully, Legos are ageless!
SoccerGirl is just barely starting to leave Dora the Explorer for the Barbie Fantasy themed movies. Just a little bit. She doesn’t have anyone who is female and her age to influence her. We will have to see how kindergarten influences her…