- Time waits for no one.
- It is a very difficult to realize your kids are growing up.
It has finally happened.
It has finally dawned on me.
It has hit me like a ton of bricks
Like a hammer to the head.
It has been going on for weeks but my mind wouldn’t process the fact. I still can’t bring myself to say it because saying it means that it’s true and I don’t want it to be. It’s not fair.
The morning routine used to consist of; whoever woke up first would come into my room and wake mummy or me. Depending on whom the flavor of the month is.
Things gradually changed. My eldest started going downstairs and switching on the television and start having her breakfast.
DD2 has always followed her older sister. They are joined at the hip. Even after they argue and fight, they are still stuck to each other. They seldom go out alone and where one goes the other one almost always follows. So that was a natural progression for her.
DD3 used to come in and sneak into our bed for a quick snuggle. It reminds me of the scene from “Interview With the Vampire” where Claudia would tip-toe around the dusk sun pockets to spend the last hours before darkness cuddled to Louis. I know it sounds creepy if you haven’t seen the film, but it’s incredibly tender to watch and read (yes, I read the books before I saw the film). DD4 used to come in and do the same as DD3 or she would just make a racket until we got up. More than anything, she used to play her game in her room so loud that she would wake the whole house.
That doesn’t happen anymore. With a massive frown on my face, I have to accept the fact. My babies have grown up, even DD5 is not a baby anymore. She’s claiming her independence so rapidly that I feel like I’m being left behind.
Argh, she is so busy from the moment she wakes up until she goes to bed. It’s a war cry in the mornings. ‘Mummy wake up!’ ‘Daddy wake up!’ She’s on us until we drag our backsides out of bed and we have taken her down for milk and breakfast. Then she is done with us and off she goes.
This little fact dawned on me the minute I saw the four of them sitting together on the couch watching television at seven in the morning. There was no arguing or fighting. It was like a vision of a future I didn’t realize was approaching so fast.
The normal thing for my girls to do is fight on any given occasion but over the last few weeks, there has been less and less of it. There is the occasional bout but they seem to be able to reason with each other better before the room turns into a shouting ring.
It’s not long now before they come down, get themselves ready, fight over who’s going to use the bathroom first, brush their hair, have breakfast and go out the door on their way to school before we’ve had our morning coffee.
I’m trying to savor every moment but it’s not that easy, it’s hard enough making one on one time for each child, but I do my utmost, even if it means sitting on the couch with the aforementioned child for a cuddle.
Time doesn’t wait for anyone and as a parent, we realize this very early on. The more they grow up, the faster the damned thing seems to run and a lot of the time it feels like you are Wiley Coyote chasing the Roadrunner, whilst dodging all the acme anvils and bombs set along your path.
It’s hard not to be sappy when you realize your children are becoming less and less dependent on you to do things for them. Okay, fair enough, it means that they might be turning into independent girls who can look after themselves. It’s always that demon called time who doesn’t make this game called life fair. I just want it to slow down a bit to enjoy every minute in which they are in need of me.