I want to cry y’all. My 14 year old has decided he no longer needs a toy box. When did he grow out of being a kid? (I’m not ready for this.)
Now I realize that he hasn’t touched anything in that box, except the Nerf guns to shoot his brother, in years. It’s just the thought that he is ready to put away childish things. (Sigh) My oldest is in her second year of college, and with this new revelation, I have finally realized that I’m losing my babies. (Cue bawling)
They are all these mature little people who are about to not need their mom anymore. Maybe I miss the power I use to have over them? Because when our kids are little we have all the power, all the say so. And now my little rug rats have a voice and their own opinions of how things should be. While my eleven year old doesn’t have much of a say so yet, my 14 year old is starting to want to move away from being that child and start being the mini-adult. I’m not gonna lie, it’s a bit of a battle some days. I want to give him the space to start being the young man he is but it’s so hard to give up that control and let him make mistakes. It’s hard to see your kids struggle, even when you know that it’s good for them. My husband says I’m a little over protective (he’s probably right, don’t tell him). But gosh darn it, being a parent is complicated!
So for now I’ll suck it up and enjoy the wonderful young people they are growing into. And try really, really hard to let them grow up and take control of their own lives.
Because I really am so proud of the wonderful young adults they are turning into. You know everyone is so right when they say, “it goes by so fast.”
