You know this cliché… “Time flies when you’re having fun.” Folks, listen up. It’s very true. Where does the time go?
It seems like not too long ago, my daughters were infants, then they became toddlers, and now they are little people with attitudes and opinions of their own. I have one going into second grade, and the other going into third grade. Time has flown by.
Our summer days have been crazy fun. I’ve got to keep them involved and entertained, you know? The whole… “I’m bored” syndrome drives me up the wall. We are doing summer reading through our local library, in camp, in choir, going swimming, and exploring parks. And, this is only a partial list, I’m not including the countless other activities.
It’s go, go, go, go, go…
MY MOTTO: Let’s take advantage of the beautiful day. Don’t waste the day! Too much to do; so little time.
But, with all the running around, I’m getting tired and my girls are getting very cranky.
People tell me how great it is now, since the kids aren’t in diapers, or on a feeding schedule.
“At least you’re not stuck inside on a nice day,” they say with a smile.
I nod in agreement, but inside I just want to lie down and take a nap, and have them nap too.
I miss those “scheduled days”. The quietness and stillness of the house when everything stops.
Now, I get laughed at if I try and force them to nap.
“Mom, we don’t nap anymore. That’s for babies!” they say with hands on their hips, while yawning and squabbling with each other.
My girls want to stay up late, and fight me, so I let them. Until, they are so irritable and can’t fall asleep because they are sooooo over-tired and wake me up. So, now I can’t sleep. It’s a vicious cycle.
I know that as they grow older, my life with the kids will be busier. Gosh, and for one single moment I close my eyes and reminisce when they were just babies with rigid feeding and sleeping schedules.
It was hard then. More care and handling. These days, they talk back and are paying close attention to me and my handling of life.
It makes me a little nervous to have that kind of scrutiny; I’m not just their comforter, I am their teacher, and that takes a lot more energy. Tons of energy. The questions never stop.
So, maybe I need to take the slowdown of the “living little” and incorporate that into the “big busy days” and see what happens?
Surely, like every other mom out there I want my children to have a fruitful summer before school starts, rather than a rushed summer of events.
But—?
Stop.
Okay.
Pssst…
What?
NOTE TO SELF: “Time to take your own advice,” I say with a smile.
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