My favorite customer this morning was a woman who had her two daughters with her. They were probably about 6 and 8 and would wander just a few feet away from their mom to check out the stuffed animals or some of the trinkets around the cash register. She was visibly frustrated trying to herd them like cats. The girls were not disruptive and certainly weren't hurting anything so I smiled and told the mom that although I could certainly relate to her frustration, try to remember we only get 18 Very Short Years. We chatted about how life moves so fast and the normal everyday stuff gets in the way of remembering to savor the magical (that also happens everyday). She took a breath and said "Thank You, I needed that."
This afternoon at Target I saw a couple of blonde headed little boys exploring the shelves and heard their dad an aisle over calling them back to him. When I turned the corner, the two boys were with their dad along with an older brother AND the dad was pushing a double stroller that held newborn twins, one boy, one girl. I commented about her being the only girl and he smiled and told me her older sister was in another part of the store with mom. Wow! I tried to do the math... seven? No, six. Dad smiled at the babies in the stroller and said "They were a surprise.". I laughed and commented that one is a surprise, two is a shock! He responded by saying one was a surprise, two was an even sweeter surprise.
Not everyone is meant to be a parent but I'm certain it is exactly what I was meant to be. My two girls remind me to see the wonder and magic in everyday life. They fascinate me. They confuse me. They frustrate me. They amaze me.
My oldest is on the threshold of 18. How the hell did that happen?? Seriously. Yesterday she was a short little toddler with big blue eyes and the prettiest blonde ringlets. She was sassy, smart, and sweet. She loved animals, french fries, and chocolate. Did I mention she was stubborn? Way more stubborn than anyone I had ever met in my lifetime. I wasn't sure what to do with all that fire in her eyes. One minute she was the most loving little girl wrapping me in a big hug. The next she was throwing a tantrum complete with kicking and screaming. I would just shut her door and let her squeal which only made her even more mad. I read parenting books about "high spirited" children and talked to my mom about my sister who was a bit high spirited herself. But only experience taught me how to handle this little hurricane I was given to raise. It only took me 17 and 1/2 years but I've got her all figured out now.... just in time for her to take that free independent sassy spirit into the real world and start figuring it out on her own. Oh, I'll never stop being her mom. I'll always be here anytime she needs me and I'm certainly not packing her bags and throwing her out anytime soon. But the raising part? That's about done. She is who she is and I learned a long time ago I couldn't stop that strong will no matter what I did or said. She is still every bit of who she was when she was little but now she speaks German instead of Whinese.
I pray I've taught her kindness and compassion above all. I pray that she and I will always be close no matter where her free spirit takes her. Mostly I hope she knows I gave her (and will always give her) my best.
My youngest is 10. We still have a few years of figuring each other out. She is right on the edge of bouncing between Sweet and Eye roll. At 10 she is taller than I ever hoped to be at that age and will soon outgrow my shoe size. She is a lover of Minecraft, LEGOs, lizards and Harry Potter. Oh and fedora hats! She has one for every day of the week. Although the teen years are fast approaching, I hope to have an easier time with her. She is a redhead which automatically gives her some spunk and sass but she is much less obstinate than her older sister. The stubborn streak is there but the iceberg melts a little faster. We are constantly learning how to communicate. She is learning to trust that maybe I really was 10 once and can somewhat understand what she's feeling. I am learning to be very patient as she tries to figure out all the new feelings that pre-teens have to deal with. While my oldest is the hurricane, this kid is more like a supercell thunderstorm. Its sunny one moment, the skies turn dark, there is some thunder, lightning, high winds and a downpour... and then you get the rainbow. When those storms come in the next few years I need to remind myself to watch for the rainbow.
18 years goes by in such a flash. You can tell any new parent that but they won't believe you until their own kid is 6 months away from legal adulthood. The messy faces, the endless laundry, the temper tantrums, the teenage angst, the not so great report card grades, the scolding, the tears (mom and child!)... all gone in a flash. None of that will matter in the end. The hugs, the tea parties, the snuggles, the lullabies, the talks in the car when the kids think you are just making conversation but you are secretly trying to teach them something, the field trips, the giggles, the walks around the neighborhood, more hugs and snuggles... that's what you remember. After 18 years that's what will make you smile when the house is too quiet. The love. In the end that's all parenting really is. Endless Unconditional Love.
