When They Grow Up

Maybe I am having a hormonal day where, all I do is cry at the thought of my babies growing up.  Their fourth birthday is just a short month and a half away and I am dreading another year gone by.

It is all bittersweet though.  I love when their birthday rolls around and I can celebrate their entrance into this crazy world,  yet as a Mom I know that they are one year older.  You want to hold on to their littleness, especially in a world where there seems to be a rush to grow up, and get on with your life.

Being a stay at home mom, I spend just about every waking moment with my boys and I wonder what I will do when they head off to kindergarten, even for a half a day.  I am the type of person, in general, that loves to be at home with my family.  I am probably going to go through some sort of mourning when they head off to school.  I will be the one crying at the curb and they will be yelling happily back at me  “BYE MOMMY!”

I guess I am a little overprotective.  At the same time I also have a bit of an aversion to sending them to school and to be amongst all the influences of their peers.  You always want your children to have friends, and in fact, my two blab to anyone who will listen, but I also dread all the outside influences.    I hope and pray that what my husband I teach them, sticks.

It is so hard to give your children wings, and even though you struggle with it…it seems that your children are none the wiser.