I can't believe my oldest little boy is nine years old today! In some ways, I thought this day couldn't get here soon enough (you know, get out of diapers, get dressed on his own, etc.). But I look back on it and it went WAY too fast. What if the next nine years go just as fast or faster??? It makes me feel kind of old and desperate.
I've always said that being a mother means that you can never be completely happy. Now that is a very depressing thing for a self-professed optimist to say! What I mean is: when things are hard with your kids (fighting, whining, you know the rest) you just want to get away from them. You want to have a vacation and get some rest. Then you finally do get away from them and you miss them and you can't stop thinking about them.
I guess that is the same thing with them growing up. Having kids is just SO hard. But, in just nine years, Cole could be ready to leave our house for good. That is just unthinkable. I get teary eyed just thinking about it.
I have older friends that have children who are grown and live in other states. They see them maybe twice a year. I can't even stand the thought of that.
Yet right now, I so wish that I had a babysitter (or husband that would babysit) so that I could get a pedicure. I am also wigging out because my nephew Daniel will be added as the fourth boy in our household this week. Get me away from these kids!!
See what I mean?
Anyway. Happy Birthday to my big boy, Cole. I am so proud of you. You have a beautiful, loving heart. You work hard at school. You are finding your talents in swimming and tennis.
I am trying to be the type of mom who can help you find the best in yourself. I love you.
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