All through the life of my kiddos, I have adored every stage and age. In fact, whenever people would say to me “don’t you think this stage is the best of all” I could ALWAYS answer “YES” no matter what stage it was, because they were ALL the best.
From the newborn still-smells-like-heaven stage, through the toddler might-survive-if-they-can-stop-running-into-walls stage, up through the intensely curious preschool stage and the fun stage of elementary school where I finally had these two little PEOPLE who I could joke with and talk to and basically convince that I walked on water in my spare time. All of it was pretty wonderful, actually.
And then we cut to now. Where my oldest is fifteen and is desperately caught between childhood and adulthood.
And I am basically useless to him.
When he craves independence, it’s to be independent of me and my protection and my influence. When he makes a big change in his life, I am sometimes the last to know. And when he craves solace and comfort, I’m not a candidate because I “just can’t understand” what he’s going through.
Seriously?? I can’t understand the person I pushed out of my body and have spent basically 24/7 with since that moment??
THIS is a stage of the process that I could honestly do without. If you are in this stage as well, I send you my sincere condolences. If you still have years before this stage, then please – – by all means – – enjoy them!
Someone wake me up when we get to the NEXT stage, please. Or just assure me that along with this stage comes an extra layer of skin that I will soon grow into, okay?