Today I am very aware of how much our family is changing as the kids grow older. Yesterday, Lissa went with a friend to an amusement park in a nearby state. She wound up spending the night at her friends house and I picked her up this morning. She eagerly regaled me with stories of all the "thrill" rides she went on. She had a really excellent time and I am glad for her.
Last night after he finished work, Rob went to a friends house and was there till late, watching the Mayweather/McGregor match. I was still slightly awake when he got home so he was able to tell me who won.
Today at noon KC left to go to a friends house for a party and won't return til 9ish.
All of these are good things. We are doing our job as parents and our kids are fledging and growing--bravely trying new experiences, forging relationships, dreaming dreams. It is exactly what I want, yet the moments are bittersweet all the same. Small hands no longer clasp mine, in fact almost all my kids are now taller than I am. There are many things I love about parenting my kids as they get older. The more in depth conversations we have; the movie nights we share together. Jokes that have an increasingly more adult grasp of linguistic wordplay. These all make me smile and are moments I treasure.
But I am very aware that their orbits are no longer firmly around me. The gravity of friendships, interests, and new experiences has caused them to loop outward into their own orbits, only rocketing back to me periodically. KC is all ready talking of a part time job next year when he turns 14. Lissa wants to volunteer at a local doggie day care when she turns 12. Whether I am ready for all this or not, time marches on. . .
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