If I were ever able to slow down time I would slow down my children growing up. I know it sounds crazy because who wants to spend a lifetime changing dirty diapers and having safety latches on the cabinets. Which face it the only people those safety gadgets are keeping out of anything are the parents.
My oldest child is 16 years old and my youngest is 10 months with five other ages in between. I love my kids just like a mother should. I crave the feeling of being needed. As I see my children grow up and become independent I feel a slight tug at my heart. I’ve raised them to be self sufficient yes, but at the same time as they’re growing up they need me less. That’s the point thou isn’t it? To raise our kids to not depend on us and fend for themselves so they can make it in the real world.
I’ve been a mom for so long I have no idea what I’ll do with myself the day they are all grown up. I’ve got a long way to go before it comes to that but as I see the baby grow by leaps and bounds I think back to the day we bought her home and I was all she needed. Now she’s walking and playing with her siblings and only cries for me when she falls, gets sleepy or hungry.
I’m sure this feeling will pass. I hope it will pass. I have no choice. I have to let them grow and be free. I’m confident in the way they are being raised. They will make good decisions in life and they will make bad ones. There will be ups and downs but through it all they will know they will always have a place to call home.