"Kids will be kids . . . " Yeah, that has to be one of the most overused phrases ever. But I get it, and I guess its true. I hear that so often when I shake my head at something my boys do. It's either "kids will be kids," "boys will be boys" or "they're just kids." And I generally chuckle (or growl) and say something along the lines of, "I know, but UGHHHHH,"
Come on, moms. You cannot tell me I am the ONLY one who has this feeling from time to time. Yes, I know they're kids, but WHY must they yell at the top of their lungs when I have a headache? I know they're boys, but WHY must they leave rocks in their pockets, think "farts" are funny, and smell?!?! (It's true, boys smell . . . BAD!). And I know they're just kids, but why do they make stupid mistakes and drive me crazy?
Yes, Mom .... I know you are probably chuckling a little bit right now, thinking, "OH, JILL ... I could tell a few stories about you too!" .... Lucky for me, this my blog! :)
Kids will be kids . . . until they aren't KIDS anymore.
Today is my baby's birthday. My baby is ELEVEN years old He is going to be in SIXTH grade. Did you hear the sound of my heart breaking as you read that? Because it did. Both of my kids have now entered the world of middle school, which, as a middle school teacher, this is particularly frightening to me.
Middle School. Ugh.
When the boys came into my life, they were 2 and 4. It is so unbelievably hard for me to believe that those same little boys are not such little boys anymore. Realistically, I know are still kids. Of course they are; I know that! But, at the same time, they are turning into young men ... eh, let's say young LITTLE men, just to make me feel better. The things is ... I didn't get to have some of the same experiences other parents have had and, while I wouldn't trade my life with them for the world, it doesn't change the facts. I always wanted to be a mom; and I absolutely love being a mom. I also have absolutely NO doubt in my mind or in my heart that THESE two little boys are the boys God intended to be mine; they just didn't grow in my belly. But maybe because I missed those first few crucial years with my babies, its just so hard to accept that they are growing up.
You know what though, while I do wish I had had MY babies when they were babies, I experienced so many other experiences that maybe wouldn't have been possible had God had a different plan in my life. I remember, distinctly, the first time Dima told me in both Russian and English that he loved me. I remember the first time Connor Victor ran to me giggling as if it was yesterday. I may have missed out on 2 and 4 years worth of cuddles and hugs and kisses from my babies (I also missed that many years in diapers and formula and baby food), but I am SURE we have made up for it . . . and then some.
So yeah, kids will be kids . . .and I do need to be reminded of that every so often. But despite my grumbling, I'm OK with it ... because that means I get to keep them as kids for just a little bit longer.
Come on, moms. You cannot tell me I am the ONLY one who has this feeling from time to time. Yes, I know they're kids, but WHY must they yell at the top of their lungs when I have a headache? I know they're boys, but WHY must they leave rocks in their pockets, think "farts" are funny, and smell?!?! (It's true, boys smell . . . BAD!). And I know they're just kids, but why do they make stupid mistakes and drive me crazy?
Yes, Mom .... I know you are probably chuckling a little bit right now, thinking, "OH, JILL ... I could tell a few stories about you too!" .... Lucky for me, this my blog! :)
Kids will be kids . . . until they aren't KIDS anymore.
Today is my baby's birthday. My baby is ELEVEN years old He is going to be in SIXTH grade. Did you hear the sound of my heart breaking as you read that? Because it did. Both of my kids have now entered the world of middle school, which, as a middle school teacher, this is particularly frightening to me.
Middle School. Ugh.
When the boys came into my life, they were 2 and 4. It is so unbelievably hard for me to believe that those same little boys are not such little boys anymore. Realistically, I know are still kids. Of course they are; I know that! But, at the same time, they are turning into young men ... eh, let's say young LITTLE men, just to make me feel better. The things is ... I didn't get to have some of the same experiences other parents have had and, while I wouldn't trade my life with them for the world, it doesn't change the facts. I always wanted to be a mom; and I absolutely love being a mom. I also have absolutely NO doubt in my mind or in my heart that THESE two little boys are the boys God intended to be mine; they just didn't grow in my belly. But maybe because I missed those first few crucial years with my babies, its just so hard to accept that they are growing up.
You know what though, while I do wish I had had MY babies when they were babies, I experienced so many other experiences that maybe wouldn't have been possible had God had a different plan in my life. I remember, distinctly, the first time Dima told me in both Russian and English that he loved me. I remember the first time Connor Victor ran to me giggling as if it was yesterday. I may have missed out on 2 and 4 years worth of cuddles and hugs and kisses from my babies (I also missed that many years in diapers and formula and baby food), but I am SURE we have made up for it . . . and then some.
So yeah, kids will be kids . . .and I do need to be reminded of that every so often. But despite my grumbling, I'm OK with it ... because that means I get to keep them as kids for just a little bit longer.