This Growing Up Business.
As much as I long for the day that I can tell my kids to get dressed and not turn purple waiting; I’m not ready for this growing up business. There will come a day when my little one has to sit beside me to cuddle. When her little body won’t fit puzzle perfectly into my lap. In a few short years it will be out of the question to toss her onto my hip to speed up a walk or gymnast style launch her onto my shoulders to give her a better view. One day she will put her shoes on the right feet, all by herself. Her little hands will be the size of my own and no longer be a predictor of the growing to come. Photos will merely be a reminder, aiding my memories of the little girl she once was. At three and a half I know these little years are numbered.
My nine year old measures to my chin. Blessed with tall genes she will outgrow me before middle school. Her body is already changing, preparing itself for eventual motherhood. She still believes in Santa Claus and fairies but is slowly seeing the world through more mature eyes. The cracks in her childhood cocoon get bigger as she becomes more aware of what this big, scary, amazing world has to offer and inflict. I find myself constantly balancing between being completely honest with her and withholding what I think she’s ready for. She doesn’t want to know the world for what it is. And frankly I don’t want her to either. In certain cases, ignorance is bliss. Mean girls, boyfriends, hormones, illness, death, sex, STDs, drugs and alcohol. Those times are coming, those talks are coming. I can pull the wool over my eyes and pretend a little longer. But they are coming none the less.
If only managing the inner growth was as simple as managing the outer. At nine my oldest can wear my shoes. Not only the size seven heels from my wedding day that have lived her closet for dress up for the past few years; but also my couture Tarjay sandals. This will be a problem soon enough. The cycle of hand me downs is amazing. In the first few years of life we box up and ship off clothing so frequently it’s a part time job. The clothes and shoes stacked up, boxed up, shipped off. Those chapters close. Donning a new outfit, parading in new dress; their bodies grow and get stronger. If we are lucky so do their minds and hearts. We clothe them in a slightly bigger set, giving them some room to grow and tuck away the outgrown with a bit of sadness.
For now, I’ll enjoy the mispronunciations and toddler sass. I’ll enjoy that they both still hold my hand. I will also enjoy that that neither one of them curses me out or tells me that I’m ruining her life. Oh yes, those days are coming. . .
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