It's been a while since I've written...why? I've been parenting.
I thought cubs were hard work when they were small…
When they were little they were ALWAYS with me. If I was in the
car they were in their car seats. When I was grocery shopping, they were sitting
in the buggy or holding to the side following along. If I wanted to watch a
movie WE would end up watching children's shows. If I napped it was
when they napped. When I was on the potty they were waiting outside the
door knocking, talking, or crying because they NEEDED to be with me. I worked
at night so I could be home during the day with them. I was always talking to,
singing to, or teasing my eager fan club.
Then all too soon I was alone…
Throughout their lives I've tried to keep in mind that my little
people were sent to me so I could teach them to be decent, kind, loving and self-sustaining adults. But it happened
so fast one morning (before I could figure out where time had gone) they were
taller than me, they were going out and experiencing the world…without me.
They've experienced their first loves and first heartaches. They're investigating who they are, and what interests them. They begin to see who their friends really are, and have been taught painful lessons from betrayal. They became self centered...to the point I've wondered if that person was my cub. Then suddenly they're a person again, and empathy returns.They keep
me up to the wee hours telling me of their adventures and plans. They have made
me proud, and have made decisions that have made me cry.
I have became painfully aware we have entered the part of their lives where I've become, at
best, an adviser. I have realized that now I am their fan club and am coming to terms with the hardest part of parenting...letting them grow.
