It comes really fast, you know.
It wasn’t that long ago that I was sitting at home with a newborn and a just-turned-two-year-old. Trying to go anywhere meant dragging along a two-ton double stroller and the timing had to be planned well in advance so we’d make it back home for the next feeding.
Then yesterday, I dropped my eleven-year-old off at camp for the week.
What happened in the intervening years? Well, everyone got off a feeding and nap schedule, we ditched the diaper bag, and eventually even the car seats. They learned to read, we conquered kindergarten, and now everyone can take their own showers and tie their own shoes.
The challenges – from discipline to attitudes – and the blessings – from snuggles to voluntary help with the dishes – change with the ages, but they’re always there.
So, if you’re still in that “little ones” stage, rest assured that it does pass and one day soon, you’ll realize that things are different. Better? Worse? I couldn’t say….just a different season. And that’s what I’ll need you to remind me of in about sixteen months when that eleven-year-old turns thirteen.