I had a 3 day weekend, which was great. What was even better was how much time I got to spend with Little One. She is at that moody, sometimes unpredictable teenage girl stage (only moody with Husband and me, of course), so I’m never sure what to expect. I know she’ll come out of it, but she started two years earlier than Oldest One…does that mean she’ll get out of it sooner?
Friday I went right from work to watch her cheer at first a Varsity girls basketball game, and then at the Varsity boys basketball game. Fun, but exhausting. I love to watch her cheer; she completely lights up and you can hear her loud voice over any yelling crowd. Then we got to eat dinner at 10p at night while watching TV together. All in all a very good day.
Saturday I took her shopping. Again, I never know what to expect, but we had a lot of fun together. She needed some new tops, some yoga pants for cheer practice, and some jeans. We went to four places, and we stopped for ice cream. We chatted, we were silly, and we just had a great time being together. She even called her big sister to tell her how much fun she had. I love the times when we are just together and bonding, so Saturday was an awesome day.
My Little One is growing way too fast. I knew she would, but it was easier watching this happen with Oldest One, because Little One was still little. Now I know this is it, and once she leaves for college my babies aren’t babies anymore. They will still need Husband and me, and they will still will want to come home, but they are on the path to their lives. It’s good, because that is what you hope to raise your kids to do, become independent adults. But it’s staring me in the face, and as I’ve said before, I’m so not ready. I doubt in three and a half years I’ll be ready.
So I actually try to enjoy the moodiness, the eye rolls, and the impatience with parents who aren’t too bright. Because it will be gone all too soon, and although it is nice when they realize you do know things, it also means they are away at college and need advice. I try to embrace her messiness (and she is one incredibly messy kid; I don’t know how she does it!) as much as I embrace her silliness. I’m just trying to enjoy it all, because by tomorrow I’ll be driving her to college. Which, again, is a good thing. But I’m just not going to be ready for this, ever.