I remember when she was a tiny baby. She was so small and new, and there was so much time. It seemed it would be several lifetimes before she was grown and gone, longer than years...almost forever. And I needed to teach her to sit and walk and talk and...
I remember when I had 3 under 8...4 under 10...and life was so busy. There was the cooking, the dishes, the laundry, the cleaning...and all around making sure they did enough pages in this workbook, spent enough time on that curriculum. I had to be sure they learned enough of the right things, you know.
I remember when I had my first teenager... people telling me how sorry they were...how hard it would be... others telling me how teens were.the easiest bestest things ever. And there I was, stumbling through a minefield carrying fine China and wearing a blindfold. So worried about letting her make mistakes that I never let her make good decisions either.
And now...forever away is here. She has grown fine wings in spite of me, and is on her own. An adult. ..married...and now to be a mother. And I look back and see that I should thank her.
Now I know that forever passes so quickly, so I snuggle this newest baby of mine extra long. He will learn to sit and stand and walk...but I won't waste time worrying at it. I will enjoy this fleeting forever.
Now I have children at home from almost 16 down to 6 months...and I know it will all get done. If we eat sandwiches some nights and relax...if we pull clothes from the clean laundry for a couple days...if we don't sweep often enough...it's ok. And the workbooks and curriculums don't matter. They will learn the right things at the right times...for them.
Now I know to relax the grip on that teen. Let her make the mistakes. Take off the blindfold. Enjoy watching them become adults, and be a cushion when they need a soft place to fall.
Thank you, my firstborn. You got stuck with a newbie, but you taught me well. Maybe your siblings should thank you, too. Good luck on that one!