Bear with me…
Apparently May was my month, both of my children were born in January. Two years and two days apart. This past week they celebrated their birthdays and for me as their mother they were particularly significant. My older son turned 21 and my younger son turned 19. For the last couple of weeks as their birthdays approached, I thought a lot about their childhoods, so many times I wish I could turn back the clock temporarily to have them small again. When they are young you look forward to the day when they are more independent, when you don’t have to pay for a babysitter, when you can finally have some peace and quiet for an hour or two. But now, now I wish I could go back to those days. To appreciate those days more because before you know it, your kids are 21 and 19.
So now, I treasure the time my kids are at home, just hanging out. I try to plan Sunday dinners and vacations to be able to spend time with them. Now, if they ask me if I can make them a sandwich, I say for sure! I still ask them what they want from the grocery store and make sure there is food at the house they like. But the best? The best is when they ASK ME if I want to hang out with them. Yes!!
This kids growing up thing is hard for a mom. It will never matter how old my kids are, I will always worry, always be too much in their business and will always find reasons for us to spend time together.
In 1999 one of my best friends sent me the email below. At the time I was the mother of a 2 1/2 year old and a six month old. I have kept the email all of these years and at times have given it to new moms. If you are a mom, bring out the tissue. Copy and paste the link below to a new tab. Just sharing.