Family

A Decade and a Decision

My firstborn just turned 10. โ€œI canโ€™t believe itโ€ is my normal reaction to her birthday. As all parents told me it would, the time has truly flown by. Wasnโ€™t it โ€œjust yesterdayโ€ that I was rocking her, spoon-feeding her liquefied butternut squash, and cheering her on in her endeavors to crawl? Now sheโ€™s riding a bike, baking her own food, and easily surpassing me in the number of books she reads each month. Sheโ€™s becoming a young lady.

All the time, I hear parents sigh, poke out their bottom lip, and ask, โ€œWhy canโ€™t they just stay little forever?โ€ Admittedly, Iโ€™ve joined in on that pity party myself. Iโ€™ve said more than once that I would like to have frozen my children at ages 3, 5, and 7. Everyone could communicate; everyone enjoyed playing together; and most importantly, everyone was potty trained. But what I keep discovering is that there are wonderful things about every stage of childhood. Each stage is different, for sure, and each stage brings a whole new set of challenges. But what a miraculous thing to get to observe and be a part of! As parents, we are privileged to participate in the shaping and molding of entire human beings. Whoa. And yikes!

Iโ€™m not saying that I wonโ€™t ever think longingly of days gone by; I just donโ€™t want to miss all the wonderfulness of the current stages of my childrenโ€™s growing up process. And I want to look forward with anticipation to the stages yet to come. After all, thatโ€™s what theyโ€™re doing! Iโ€™m not so old that I have forgotten how exciting it was for me as I was growing up. I looked forward to all the things to come. (Confession: For a little while, I kept a journal of all the things my older sister got to do and at what ages she got to do them, so that I could hold my parents accountableโ€“or somethingโ€“and keep things โ€œfair.โ€ Sheesh.) It would serve me well to remember these things (with the exception of the record-keeping) when it comes to my own children. Itโ€™s fun and exciting to grow up!

So I figure I have a choice. I can mourn the past and long for the days when my babies were still babies, or I can enjoy watching the growing-up process and be thankful for the wonderful memories we are creating all along the way. Since we can never bring back the past, I think the latter is the better choice, donโ€™t you?

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