I put William down for a nap, and I was sitting on the couch working on Kensi's blanket. I started thinking about the kids and how big they're getting. As I was crocheting, I let my mind wander about all the things they're going to or have already experienced, and how excited I am to be apart of all of that.
Mainly for the girls since...ya know, since I am one... but I can't wait to go through all fun and exciting times with them. Their first kiss, getting asked to prom, weddings....everything. Also, I am grateful to also go through the bad things with them; failing a test/getting a bad grade, a boy doesn't like them back, or getting their hearts broken for the first time. There is just so much that they will experience, and I can't wait to go through it all with them....
But I also don't want that all to happen too fast. Going through all that with them also means we're getting older. I am absolutely petrified of growing old and dying. Have been for a long time. I try not to be, but I can't help it. Not knowing what's on the "other side" is really what gets me. That, and not seeing how things turn out. I'm not sure I'll ever be ready for the big milestones in their life! They're always going to be my babies. I'm sure my Dad thinks that about me, too. Must be a parent thing. :)
It's an interesting balance, but it'll all work out in the end. I want them to go through life and be the best they can be. I also want them to know that no matter what, they can always come to Mom with anything. William can come and be comfortable saying "So, Mom....there's this girl...." and know I'm not going to freak out, at least in front of him. The girls can come up to me and say "Mom, a boy said that a boy and girl...." and know that I'm going to explain it to them, plain and simple. There's so much for them to learn and to do, and I can't wait to experience it with them.....just as long as it doesn't come too quickly ☺️
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