Whose having them? Me!!! I know people usually say that phrase to describe what their kids are going through, but my kids are fine. It is me that is having the problem! I don't want my kids to GROW up!!! It's down right painful!!!
Last week Kayla casually asks if she can wear makeup. OK, knowing her Dad had set up a timeline for his little girl when she was a baby, I told her that she would have to ask her dad. "I already did and he said that I was at that age."
What? Who forgot to tell me that she was "at that age?!" I should have known that when the timeline was broken when she got her ears pierced at 11 years of age instead of 12, that he was "caving."
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a stickler for the timeline. As far as I'm concerned she could have had her ears pierced much younger and she already has worn makeup to special events... but my heart is aching because my little girl is growing up. The first time she got her period, I wanted to cry. When she asked for a hair straightener for Christmas, I wanted to cry. Every time we pass by the young girl's clothing section, I want to cry. Every time I look at her these days, I just want to...well you get the picture.
So today, when I am informed by a friend that my son has a girlfriend, I am about to fall over. I know that it is not unusual for little kids to have a "special friend." I also know it doesn't mean much in the 4th grade. Maybe you talk for five minutes on the playground or someone writes a note. For the most part it is all about bragging rights.
However, if you knew my son, then you would understand that it is a big deal. I guess having a big sister has always thrown him off of wanting a girlfriend. He would always turn bright red if I even teased him about a girl who was a friend. He has had plenty of girls that were good friends, but not a "girlfriend."
Yep! It is official. My little boy is growing up too.
Oh, if only time could stand still... I guess I will just have to put my big girl panties on an take this like a Mother!!! That or invest in the Kleenex company.
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Oh, I don't like this post very much. I don't enjoy talk of children growing older.
When we lived in Louisiana, I participated in a twice-a-year consignment sale. My family knew to just leave me alone when I was getting the clothes ready for the sale because it always put me in a mood. Not the work, but going through all the clothes they'd outgrown.
I'm certainly not ready for any such talk that you mentioned. Nor will I ever be.
I'm totally like that.
Every year, on Senior Sunday at our church, I cry...not beause I have a senior, but because someday I will!
Yesterday was Senior Sunday, and it got to me so badly, that I was having to work at not making a scene! I still have 3 more years with my sweet little CuddleBug, but that is not nearly enough for me.
At least I have spaced my kids out enough, that I won't have to see little Carson head out for 16 more years!
Whew!
I am sad for you. Perhaps chocolate, or a glass of wine would help.
Mine are growing, too. Almost hyperventilating when I think that I'm facing 13 (this july), and 40 (last march) in the same year. I mean, I know my 5'10" son is growing, but do we have to talk about it?! And my 10 ager will be 11 next month, and I know...dastardly mention of make up will be upon us, too.
I think I need to go to bed.
Don't make me weepy.
I heart that girl like crazy, and I'm just not ready for it either.
And Jordan with a girlfriend...oh my heart.
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