My children are growing up. I don’t remember giving them permission.
Greg and I married rather young. We were only 23. The boys were born shortly after. The day they were born was one of the best days of our lives. I can’t say the best. We’ve had plenty of amazing days since.
Something has been happening over the past 5 years I was not prepared for. Something nobody told me. Kids grow up. And they grow up rather quickly. A bit faster than what I was prepared for.
This year is a year of firsts. Kindergarten. Boy that first day was full of tears for this momma. And now we’re loosing teeth. That’s right, the oldest of my twins has lost his first tooth and his second is loose. The tooth fairy is going to go broke at this rate. I wasn’t sure what to think what saw that itty, bitty tooth. Or when I saw him smile and that big ol’ gap was staring back at me. My baby isn’t a baby. The other boy…well he’s sworn he’s never losing his baby teeth. I’m okay with that. I’m alright with my baby staying a baby.
I wasn’t prepared for my guys to grow up. At least not this fast. I knew it was going to happen. Eventually. Just not so soon.
But such is life.