My children turned 10 years old on June 1st.
For those of you who know me, you know that I and whatever’s happening around me move pretty fast. Always something going on, some project, some event or episode. So it should come as no surprise to you that this 10 year milestone came as a TOTAL surprise to me.
I don’t know why it shocked me so. I mean, they’re only 10. Not teenagers, not college students. Just 5th graders with a bit of an attitude. But it did shock me enough to go look at old photos, look through their schoolwork from kindergarten and almost pull out the videos.
What really got me, though, was not the nostalgia. Years of cute smiles, giggles and girly pink dresses didn’t get to me nearly as much as the fact that – I actually made it 10 years! And they’re not screwed up! I’m not screwed up!
Really, what did you expect? A mushy memory-ridden musing? From me? Never.
People, I have brought up two children to the 10-year mark who have good grades, polite manners, can tie their own shoes, know how to swim, can make (or open) their own breakfast, bathe themselves and have pretty hair.
I consider this the greatest single accomplishment of my life.
Add to it that I did this while holding down a full time job, and remaining married to my husband, and I feel like Wonder Woman!
One can only be left to wonder what the next 10 years will be like…
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