Like, Wow

At 9:30 on Sunday morning, I sent my kids to religious school. This is the first year that both of my kids go on Sundays, and I have to tell you, I now totally get why my parents made me and my brother go to Hebrew school for so many years.



It wasn’t because they wanted me to learn Hebrew, or to become so well-versed in Judaism. It’s because they got to have three hours to themselves every Sunday morning. Seriously, it all makes so much sense now.


Anyway, while my husband and I lazed in bed, watching Season One of Damages that just arrived from Netflix, I couldn’t help thinking about how far we’ve come as parents.


So I hit pause and I said to him, isn’t it so crazy how far we’ve come as parents? And he was all, what? What are you talking about? Why are you pausing this right now just when we’re about to find out why Rose Byrne is covered in blood?


True, it was bad timing, but I had to talk about it with him, because I just could not believe where we are in our lives. I mean, here we are with a nine year-old and a seven year-old. That day, they both woke up around 8:30. My daughter gets her own breakfast, they get dressed by themselves, they make their own beds, and my husband and I have three hours every Sunday morning to do absolutely nothing.


And I was just like, wow. When did that happen? Because it wasn’t that long ago that we were being woken up by our little human alarm clocks at 5:30 in the morning, trying to half-sleep while they watched The Wiggles, or that we were changing their diapers or cutting their food into little tiny pieces so they didn’t choke. And on most Sunday mornings we’d pack up our strollers and snacks and baby wipes and enough gear and supplies for a three week camping expedition, and be out the door by 9 a.m., headed for the zoo or the Natural History Museum or the Long Beach Aquarium.


And yet, suddenly, here we are. All those years of sleep deprivation and hard work have finally paid off, our kids are practically grown-ups, and we’re here, watching Damages in bed at 10 a.m. We high-fived each other, and then went back to being shocked by the cold-heartedness of Glenn Close’s character.


Cut to: 1 p.m., my husband and I and our kids are at the Halloween Festival at Underwood Farms out in Moorpark. We’ve been going to this every year since I can remember, and my kids have always LOVED it. There’s a tractor ride, and there are farm animals that you can feed, and pig races and games where you can win little pumpkins, and there’s face painting and scarecrow making and all kinds of shows going on on a dozen different stages, not to mention kettle corn and shaved ice and lots of other junk.


But this year, it was different. Within ten minutes of being there, my son declared that he was bored. The games were too easy. He won, like, five pumpkins in three minutes. He had no interest in feeding the emus or in looking at the giant pig (no, really, it was enormous) or in petting the goats. He didn’t want to waste his time making a scarecrow because it wasn’t scary enough.



My twins turned twelve and it's like they are different people. Oh, I still see glimpses of that baby sweetness, but often they are rolling their eyes and avoiding "family" time. I feel like an empty nester and they are only in middle school! I believe part of my "verklemptness" stems from all of their firsts happening at the same tine. I don't get to practice, or relive experiences like going to kindergarten for the first time. It is BAM, and they are both gone, moved on. I will be a mess for sure when they leave home :) The good news is, I didn't miss a thing and valued all the sweetness along with the sweat.


My eyes pricked with tears at the end of this article because, while my kids are only two and three years old, I already have that bittersweet sense of losing them. I wrote a post about my oldest moving up at "school" and how it felt to say bye-bye to babyhood. (You can read it here: Being a mom is such a mixed bag...


I love this story! I'm in the throws of the young kids, and I long for the days that we can sleep in and they can take care of themselves. But, I also love taking them to the petting zoo, orchard, etc. and watching their eyes light up with each new thing they experience. So, this was a good reminder for me to enjoy every second, even if it is when I'd rather be sleeping:)


My kids are the same ages and have the same new skills sets and new (dis)interests in the things we used to do as a family. I love that they can help plan the days' activities now, though. They are teaching me to try new things! I love their new personalities! I'm so proud of the people they are becoming. But I miss my babies, too. :(