Time is Flying

The weather is finally warming up this week. Sweaters and hoodies are being packed away; shorts and tank tops are coming out to play. As I washed, dried, and folded the small collection of summer clothes that I know to still fit my children, I realized they are getting bigger and older.

All parents say that time flies when it comes to their children’s ages. I know my mother says that as she watches me approach my 30th birthday. I say it at the beginning of each month, as we count down the months to my son’s 10th birthday.

Why is it some things seem to draw on longer and take forever, yet the ages of our children just fly by? I don’t want my children to grow up. I enjoy the youth and innocence they project, teaching them the ways of life. Soon are the days neither of them will need me for anything. My days revolve around them; what am I going to do with myself once they are grown and out of the house?

People tell me they are still young and I don’t have to worry about this for several more years. However, I feel like I need to start mentally preparing myself for it because the years seem to fly by. It feels like only yesterday I was holding my son in the hospital when he decided to grace us with his arrival. It feels like only yesterday I was wiping up baby spit up off my daughter’s chin and shirt. Now my son will be entering the double digits, a hop and skip away from being a teenager. My daughter will be going to school everyday. rnyyloa7

I know growing up is a part of a life, and while I am excited to see who they become and what they do in life, it doesn’t mean I have to really like the idea of them being adults. I don’t have to like the idea of them not needing me like they do now.

Time surely does fly when it comes to being a parent. I just have to treasure every moment I can with them now before they enter the real world and do what they are meant to in life.




“It’s Just a Phase”

“It’s just a phase.”

I am sure everyone has heard or said that at least once in their life, if not more. Kids seem to go through different phases daily, weekly, monthly, and yearly while they are trying to figure out who they are.

I’ve been through my fair share of phases as well. Only wearing black, only wearing white. Refusing to eat anything that starts with the letter B. Boys are icky, boys are amazing, boys smell, boys are my whole wide world. Suffice to say, I am no longer as boy crazy and find myself somewhere in the middle of the two.

My mother’s personal favorite of my phases when I was convinced pants were trying to eat my butt. I would only agree to wear dresses or skirts and cried if a child size pair of pants were in the same room as me.

These types of phases help a child learn who they are, what they want, what they like and don’t like. I’ve since learned that pants are alright and have no issue wearing them. I still love wearing all black because I find it fitting, but I will throw it other colors finally.

I am thankful to my parents for allowing me to try my different phases, within reason. They did put their foot down over a few things, like when I thought there was no need for clothes at the age of ten. It helped shape me who I am today.

Now as a parent, I hope to help my children too. If they aren’t dangerous or unacceptable, I have no issue letting my son or daughter go through whichever phase they are. “It’s just a phase” after all. They may outgrow it or learn to make it part of who they are. I should not stop them from who they think they are or who they want to be and therefore I see no reason to stop it.

Life is all about phases. Everyone goes through them, everyone experiences them. Everything in life can be seen as a stage: birth, childhood, teens, midlife crisis, death and dying. You cannot stop those phases.

This post is in response to the Daily Prompt: Phase