Before summer started, I dreaded those soon-to-be long, stressful boring summer days. I thought, “Oh boy, the girls will be home all day fighting, trashing my house, and wanting to play those %$#^ electronics 24/7. It’s going to be a LONG summer.”
And…they did argue, A LOT, over missing pony tail holders and stolen purses and who ate the last key lime yogurt. My home was trashed with beados, construction paper, and God knows what flung about. The electronics? I argued about them, I hid them, I drained the batteries at night. I should have flushed them down the toilet.
But… it wasn’t a long summer after all. It actually seemed to go too, too fast. The beach was our backyard, we spent a a blissful week at Yosemite with my parents, the girls found treasures in the tidepools, and even the dog seemed joyous chasing bees and arguing with backyard crows.
But alas, my babies started 4th and 2nd grade a few days ago. On that first day back to school, I had to drag them, and me, out of our beds. . After snapping back-to-school pictures, I dropped them off in their new classrooms, drove home, and panicked. 4th grade is nearly middle school! 2nd grade is no longer filled with itty bitty cutie patooties!
Another summer of their childhood has passed. Alas, my pookies are no longer babies. It really isn’t fair, this growing up business. I will still find excuses to sneak into their beds at night (I heard a cough, a sniffle!), to hold them for as long as they will allow it. I’ll steal kisses and hugs as long as they will put up with me.
I’ll be the mom of little ones until the little ones are as tall as trees.