Having BIG kids scares the crap outta me.
I can BARELY handle the Kindergarten drama! Bella had a scratch on her face yesterday and says it was from her pencil, a likely story I suspect. Later she tells me that her buddy Luke pushed her on the playground because another boy told her to. ACKKKK! I wanted to open a can of whoop ass and go all mama bear on his ass. For real. Ummmm, "is this the SAME Luke you wanted over for a play date and you claim is your BOYFRIEND?!?!?!!" I asked. Interesting.
I went to dinner with two girlfriends a week or so ago and their kids are older than mine. Middle School and a Freshmen in H.S. I listened wide-eyed to their stories and thanked my lucky stars that right now "I'm only in Kindergarten!" Talk of boys, tight clothes, boyfriends, texting and friend drama had my heart pounding and my stomach hurting.
So right now, whenever things seem a little rugh around here I try to picture them as teenagers and thining about the kinds of "problems" we might be facing then. It terrifies me right into being thankful for where I am RIGHT NOW. Homework. Boys. Girls. Driving, OH MY! NOT READY FOR THAT.
I suppose like anything, you grow right alongside your child and the problems that evolve become problems that you work to solve. I pretty happy right now to be a bathroom monitor, a teeth brushing enforcer, a kids tucker-inner and a mom who truly KNOWS where her babies are at all times! Because someday ... I won't. And that feelings makes my heart hurt.
Gotta run. I'm off to gather everyone and put them all on my lap while they still fit! YIKES!