I just love it when God brings reality to my life without saying a word. Lately I have been mopping around about my children getting older, and seeing the proximity of empty nesters status fastly approaching. I would reminisce about the good old days when my kids were little, oh that wonderful baby smell, the outings to the park, MOPS, baby showers, birthdays, pink and blue balloons. Little kids's magic world where everything is a new discovery full of laughter and bubbles...
This weekend Christa babysat Friday afternoon through Sunday night for a little boy who is one of her regulars, but first time for 3 days. She came over on Saturday with him and had a wonderful time. He had breakfast with us, then we went to Starbucks -have to teach them young- walked, played, had fun. On Sunday we took him to Church with us and we had to leave the service because he decided he was going to preach louder than the pastor. He cut his little finger on something and shared some of his blood on his and Christa's outfit. I had forgotten that little ones get cranky, dirty, fuzzy, tired, hungry, annoyed, did I say dirty? All the romanticized memories I had of my babies didn't allow for the reality part of the work they took, and would gladly do it all over again, but I no longer have to deal with.
I got up the next day thankful for my teens at the stage they are at in life. I still miss their baby smell but welcome the wonderful kids they are, and can't wait to, someday, be a fun grandma to their kids.
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Yep-- I'm looking forward to being a Grandma (in about 15 years) and spoiling them and sending them home to mom and dad. For now, I enjoy having kids who can feed and bathe themselves!
I don't miss the baby stage. I like looking at how cute they were, but I love each new phase so much...I don't want to go back. It's like, I wouldn't mind having the butt and thighs I had in High School...but I don't need all the grief that came with it...I like being older.
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