It seems like yesterday that I was a teenager, and here I am approaching middle age. When did this happen? I just don't get it. I feel like somewhere, someone hits a fast forward button when I am not paying attention. Then there are those days. The ones that feel never ending. The ones where the baby refuses to sit in the grocery cart, so he runs away from me anytime I get near him in the store. The ones where each time I talk to oldest, he wants to sass back and give me that teenager attitude. The days where middle child accuses me of ruining her life every other minute. Those days cannot go quick enough.
My beautiful middle child is just amazing. She is always ready to challenge anything I say, no matter the situation. She is going to be my little lawyer. Middle child never backs down. She is very much like me. Even when she is bummed out and feeling low, she still gives it her all. That little girl is my hero.
Then there is youngest. There are times I wonder what I was doing, starting over. Then I look at him. The child is absolute perfection. He is so happy all of the time. The little boy can be so bad, yet he makes everyone around him laugh. He is my little star.
I want to keep all of them like this forever. I am so sad the days go by so quick. each day that seems neverending is just a quick memory. It is just so sad to watch your kids grow. I have learned to embrace it, and to love each day for what i tis. There are some days I still need my mommy time outs, and I want to run for the hills screaming, but I don't. I have also learned to quit wishing them away so often. I think it is the fact that my little guy isn't a baby anymore, he is an independent toddler. My little girl is always reminding me that she is almost a teenager. Then, I realize I only have a few short months until my oldest is driving. I stop wishing even the worst days away and embrace each and every one. I want my kids to be mine, for this short, little while.