Two birthdays in three days.
It’s enough to make this mama feel old.
Our daughters’ childhoods, which marched boldly through the front door a few short years ago, are now slipping quietly out the back door and fading away.
The oldest turned twelve. Thankfully I have a whole ‘nother year until she turns thirteen ’cause I’m a bit apprehensive about having a teenager.
The youngest turned ten. No more children with ages in the single digits. See why I’m feeling old?!
I love how different they are from each other, how they are growing and changing, developing likes and dislikes that make them such unique individuals.
Yet there’s so much I want to teach them and the time is growing short.
They’re old enough now to recognize my moods. It’s harder to hide my weaknesses. I think they’ve realized that Mom isn’t perfect; she needs help, too.
The way our family interacts today will look slightly different a year from now….and different again the year after that.
But I cannot live in the past or the future. My youngest is calling for me to help with a puzzle she got for her birthday, so I will go and seize these moments of childhood while I can.