Wednesday, May 29, 2013
The Big Girls . . .
Have I said how much I love kids. All kids. Little kids, especially. Even though I'm pushin' 40, I really think like a little kid. I'm right on their level and I speak their language .. . fluently. I play like a little kid and I totally, 100% identify with them. I've known that for a long, long, long time . . . since I before my nanny days. Rewind to, like, high school and all I can think of was how much I wanted to be a mom . . how much I wanted to have little kids. As a mommy, I breezed through my days with little kids like nobody's business. I was kind of one of those parents that secretly thought, "shit, someday, they are going to be big." It wasn't panic or a fear that I wouldn't like them once they were big, but I just look back nostalgically at their wee-one days.
I'm happy. Scratch that. Overjoyed to report that I am really, really, really LOVING having big kids. The big girls and I are having such a good time doing big kid things and I am totally loving it! I'm blessed to have two awesome middle school kids who are navigating the social scene, juggling academics and doing an overall bang-up job of managing their lives. Whew. Collective sigh!!