Thursday Musings

Once upon a time, if my kids did cool or cute things, I was involved. Every. Single. Time. Why? Because I was the mama and they were the littles and, in all honesty, it only happened if I made it happen.

So I was there.

And I knew about it.

And I had the pictures to prove it.

Now they’re big and they are able to make their own fun. They do it frequently, but I don’t have to be involved. In a way, that’s nice. It has allowed the season we are in right now in which I am able to work yet still homeschool (that would have never been able to happen back in those days!).

In another way, though, it’s a little sad because I don’t really know it all any more. It’s no wonder I don’t blog much any more!

It’s not that I’m not involved in their lives. I am. We do things as a family and enjoy one another just as much as we used it. It’s just very different with big kids, you know?

And I love big kids!!! Oh my, they are so much fun! I love watching their independence and maturity grow, seeing their personalities blossom.

But sometimes I do miss being involved in every little thing, as exhausting as that was.

This is a learning opportunity for me, though. It’s a chance to make sure I’m paying attention. Talking to them about what’s going on in their day. Being intentional about time with them. Involving myself in their fun because I want to, not because I have to.

I’m learning what it means to parent older children – which will lead to learning how to parent adult children very soon, much sooner than I’m willing to admit!

It’s all fun. It’s just different.