Friday, June 17, 2011

Last week teenage free

When my first son was born, I didn't realize what I was getting myself into.

It wasn't that I had just had a baby.  Babies stay babies for such a short time.  I had had a kid.  Kids remain kids for a much, much longer time.

Everyone told me to enjoy him as a baby because it would go by so fast.  The first time someone told me that, Son was 2 weeks old.  I groaned inwardly.  If the rest of his life went by as slow as those first two weeks did....... 

The first couple of years were long ones too.  I guess because I didn't have anything else in my life, just him. When Son was 10 months old, Hubby joined the Army.  We didn't see him for 2 1/2 months.  It was just my son and I.  Then, Hubby went to training and Son and I followed.  Son and I lived in a little apartment together close to the base, where Hubby lived.  We only saw Hubby on weekends. There was nothing for me to do during the day time except be with Son.  We played, we read, we went on walks.  Hubby went away to Korea for a year.  By that time I was pregnant again, but for six months after Hubby left, it was still just Son and I.  Nothing to do but be together.

Time started to accelerate after the second son was born.  From there, time has picked up at an alarming rate.  I remember one day, when Son was four year old, looking at him and wondering where my son was.  Standing before me was not a baby, or a toddler, but a kid - a full blown kid!

Now, the years have sped by and my oldest child turns 13 next week.  He will be in the 8th grade this coming school year.  When did this happen?

I'm in the last of an era for me.  Several months ago, when my youngest turned 3, I said goodbye to the baby/toddler stage.  Now, I'm in my last week of having only kids, because I'm about to say a big hello to the teen years.  These years of having a teen in the house are going to last a really long time.  How long?  Well, I'll be teenage free in April 2028!!  That is when the youngest turns twenty.  That's only seventeen years.  Will I survive?  Will my kids survive me?  Ask me again in 2028.


Janie said...

I was just thinking the other day that if Benjamin has a child the same age Kyle and I did that will mean I could be a grandma in 11 short years. geesh. I hope to never be done with baby years though :) a seamless transition to grandmotherhood maybe LOL?

Molly said...

It's crazy isn't it? I'm glad to be done with the baby years. I'm a little more free to do things that I have never been able to do because there has always been a little one (this theater for instance). Now that I don't have to deal with diapers or toddlers anymore, I can focus on the fun with the teenagers. And I do think it is going to be a lot of fun. I love that they are all getting older. We can do so much more. By the time I get to be a grandmother, I'll be ready to hold a baby in my arms again. For now, I'm happy to be free!