Well, then the day comes and…wait a second. When did these kids get so big? It was nursery school for years, and now they have backpacks the size of mac trucks. They are half-heartedly hugging you, glancing around for friends, ready to move on to the next thing, person, event. Huh. Well, wait a second. I am sick to death of my kids, but I don’t want them to want to leave me! I am the one who needs to be alone, I am the one who has my busy plans, I am the one who wants to see my friends, and I am the one with the life here.
Wrong.
They have lives too, and they always have. But now those lives are really…real. I have been so busy raising them that I have forgotten that they are people; people with opinions, likes and dislikes, bad and good moods. They now have people to see, things to do, and events to attend. And they are just as sick of me as I am of them! Ouch.
So, it’s good school is starting and life is moving forward. As usual, my lessons seem to be the same: allow your kids to be who they are and it is not all about you, Meghan. Yes, you are working your tail off to raise these kids right, but they have their own agendas and, gasp, sometimes those agendas have nothing to do with you.