Anyone that knows me knows that I do not do well with change. Never have, never will. I like the known. It's easier, and reliable. Definitely a friend of mine. But when you have 3 kids, change is going to happen.
Right now, as I embark upon my new adventure in schooling (change number 1), I am encountering a few changes around my house. Avery is beginning to be able to get around (change number 2). She started to crawl a couple of days ago, but really hasn't taken off yet. Today I noticed that she definitely has more mobility. She was all over the living room, getting into as much as she possibly could. All with the cutest little smile on her face. But that doesn't change the fact that we will now have to live our lives crawling over gates. Yeah fun. And with the other two monkeys that we have, it will be a miracle if there are no ER visits in the next few months. These two are going to make every move they can to get over the gates. We really should invest in the opening kind this time. It might actually save us money.
Another change going on is with Bailey (change number 3). When Dillon was little, under 5, he was the happiest little boy. Then something happened, he grew up. Became a real little boy, not a little kid anymore. I can't remember when it started. Maybe in Kindergarten, maybe over the course of the year. There was no one event that helped make the change. This is not to say that he is not happy, he is, but different. He notices more, takes in more, comprehends more, and in turn has become more guarded. I guess some of it is good. I love to see him learn. I love to see him strive to figure something out, but I hate the negativity that seems to come with it. He is quick to correct Bailey. He is quick to point out when something is wrong. And lately, he is always right. It was so sad to see that happy child go, but there are so many positives in him that it was okay. A part of growing up I guess.
Now it is happening to Bailey. Our shining orb of happiness is being cut down by dark clouds. Things used to just roll right off her. She would laugh and play. She would giggle and go and go. So independent! Our happy little bumblebee. But lately she is whiney. Crying. Clingy. Who is this? I can't stand to see her change!! Please God keep some of that sunshine alive in her! Help her to be carefree, love life, find the flowers in the rain type girl.
So right now I am sad. So sad. This is just another one of the difficult things about being a parent.
If this effects me this much, what is having teenagers going to be like? I can't even go there.
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