Seriously I’m beginning to believe my children are out to get me.

I have this image of them huddling together each morning discussing ways to drive me insane. I wonder if it’s 10 points for a raised voice, 20 for a scream and tears well that’s a bulls-eye.

 

I don’t really believe this for a minute. I am rather blessed with amazing children. Just sometimes I wonder if God really planned for us to survive this thing we call parenthood.

 

The truth no matter how many parenting books you read or how many episodes of Super Nanny you watch being a parent is blooming hard.

 

I mean what’s with this growing up thing! Let’s be honest we are all living longer so wouldn’t it be fair to allow our children to be kids a little longer. When did 11 year old’s become too old for dolls and why do 15 year old’s have to have boyfriends?

 

I know, I know, the problem isn’t with them it’s with me. I’m having the common issue of overprotective parenting. I’m scared of them growing up.

 

They are changing so quick,  forming their own identities, each so very different but totally awesome.

 

I  do love this, I love watching them find themselves, but in their own discovery I’m realizing that they need mom a little less.

 

I feel like I’m on fast forward and I want to hit rewind.

 

I’m not finding it easy at all (can you tell?). My role in their life is changing and I’m not sure I’m ready to stand back.

 

Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother.  A child is a child.  They get bigger, older, but grown?  What’s that suppose to mean?  In my heart it don’t mean a thing.  ~Toni Morrison, Beloved, 1987

 

Ok, ok,I’m trying to calm myself down and i’m getting there just slower on the adjustment than they are.

 

Yes my eldest has a boyfriend who in fact is a great young man, I’m coping.

 

My second born has decided that she wants to grow old surrounded by a thousand cats, I’m coping

 

My little one is now only now talking in an American accent with a hand on her hip, I’m coping JUST

 

Changing but I’m getting there.

 

I’ve been known to say God was being ironic when he gave this tomboy four girls. I’ve never got that girlie way but I’m learning. Each one of my kids are teaching me in their own unique way. 

 

Being a mom has changed me more than words could ever express, love, joy, heartache and pain I’m living it all.

 

And while I may take a quick nosey around their bedrooms for that scoreboard I do love being a mom.

 

Yes it’s pretty awesome, well close to awesome as it gets when one is trying to survive the teenage years.