The next big phase – when little kids start to become young adults
It’s interesting how life can move along so quickly sometimes that we feel like everything is rushing by.
You can find yourself wondering…when did that happen?
I feel like this sense of life rushing by is magnified since I became a parent over a decade ago. Even writing the word ‘decade’ makes me wonder, where did the time go?
The logical part of my brain knows that it’s been 13 years, and that there has been a whole lot of living crammed into those years.
Yet still I wonder where did the years go?
This morning I watched my eldest daughter getting ready, with minimal help, keen for a chat with me about all the ‘stuff’ she has going on. Her little sister on the other hand demanded help with her shoes, clothes and then forgot her school bag because she was too focussed on remembering her show and tell. Without me asking, my eldest poppet calmly helped her little sister, chatting to her as she helped her with her shoes, reminded her to pack her lunch and asked if she was excited about Kindy. I was admiring how my little baby was fast becoming a young woman, one with compassion and the empathy and desire to help others. She seemed to sense that I could use some help this morning, and helped me out in such a thoughtful well, I couldn’t help but admire her.
On a recent road trip with the kids, it dawned on me that they are no longer babies. All four have moved on from Babyville, entering the unknown land of young adulthood.
I am always a little slow to accept these shifts or changes in my life when it comes to the kids. I tend to focus on where we are right now, and I truly loved having a houseful of tiny people raging around playing, laughing and generally having a blast. Then, in a blur we gave away our last high chair, said farewell our cots said hello to big school and learning to read and write.
Over the years, whenever I watched the kids I would notice they have a lot in common with me and with their Dad. When they were little I would recognise a physical trait or expression (how cute, the little poppet has the toes as her Dad).
Now I recognise emotions, reactions and personality traits. How the kids deal with stress, the unknown and change. The good and the not so good.
I am proud to see that my sons have inherited their fathers love of animals and kindness towards others, not so proud that they also seem to have inherited a love of computer games. All of my kids are avid readers (super proud of passing that one on), they are also crazy-energetic bordering on hyperactive and prone to starting giant projects and leaving the mess everywhere (not so proud moment).
For me, one upside of seeing yourself reflected in your kids is an opportunity to make some changes in how you respond to things. For me, I am trying to learn how to slow down, relax and do one project at a time.
How about you? Do you recognise yourself or your partner in your kids?
Enjoy xx
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