Yesterday afternoon I walked Daisy around to my friend Mrs C’s place. You see she was hosting a Sunday evening soiree and was hoping that Daise would help her polish her silver, do some chores, have a natter and just be a big girl visiting, without her little sister or Mum in the way. I told Daise she could walk home all by herself…it was literally around the corner but still…something she hadn’t done before. After the hour was up I knew she would be home soon, I was nervy, I was! But then she walked down the driveway bursting with pride and independence and stories and thankfully a bag full of lemons for me.
This morning I got a text from my friend showing her walk off in the distance.
Goodness me. Tears were shed.
Little nervous shoulders up. Determination in the stride. This BIG KID. The sign says it all really.
Last week I read a beautiful post from my friend Ruth about kids growing up and it really struck a chord with me. As a family we are now coming out of the fog of raising small people. As in toddler small people, even though I have one feisty 4 year old on my hands who is keeping us all on our toes at the moment. But the little people stuff – the mess, the danger, the tantrums, the sleep issues, the eating issues all that stuff that is so all consuming with little people…is starting to lift a little.
I know we are coming into a pretty special time with our kids. The time before the teenage years of hormones and silence and everything else that comes with that – and the time after the bloody hard work that is raising small people. A few years where we can enjoy time together as a family (although I hope that never ends!). Do stuff that everyone will get something out of. Have fun. Enjoy each others company. Eat out and not worry about having to get it done in 23 minutes flat. Not worrying about running onto a road, or a water source. I can see where we have been, all we have done and where we are heading.
It’s exciting. And scary. I wrote about it just before Daisy started school and I feel the same way still. The growing up is hard work but the letting go is even harder isn’t it? Such a bittersweet time.
Do you have any tips on how to stop time?
Are you in the small children trenches?
Or in the dark side that is proper BIG kids? Adults even!