Can I make a confession? It kills me that my little ones are growing up. I miss hearing the little high pitched voices, the little footsteps running through the house, the happy sounds of the little kid cartoon shows and the giggles that went with them. My house is filled with bigger, louder voices now, heavier footsteps (still running through the house), and annoying “bigger kid” tv shows that have me alternating between gritting my teeth and demanding the tv be turned off – at least the giggles have remained!
I’ve been in denial about this for quite some time now.
But my great Lego project has helped me to start to put things in perspective. Let me explain.
While the majority of our crumbling Lego sets reside in the basement, my son had a decent-sized collection of lego decorating his room. Sadly, it was facing the same fate as the Lego in the basement – namely, it was slowly disintegrating, with bits and pieces falling off as the sets got moved. And so, last week, I took it all out of his room and added it to my pile of Lego to disassemble, sort and bag. While I was at it, (and while he was at school), I took the opportunity to clean out the rest of his room. I went through the bookcases, and removed books that were clearly too young for him. I boxed up all the Mickey Mouse ear hats we have collected during our trips to Disney. And while I was at it, I did a good sweep of the Little One’s room too.
As I continued through the house, cleaning up the detritus of the kids’ toddler years (I was amazed how much was left), I got to thinking about clutter, and tidying up, and letting go. While I love a neat and tidy house, I love being a mom and having my kids around more. And thus, my house has, for the last eight years, been a jumble of toys and clutter. Sure, it gets straightened up, on a not infrequent basis I might add, but its still there, lurking in bins and behind closet doors.
But, as the Lego, is slowly getting sorted and boxed, so are my emotions about the kids growing up. We’re entering a new phase with them, one where we can adventure more, explore more (unencumbered by a stroller, no less!). A phase that stands to be equally as fun and rewarding as the phase of toddlerhood has been.
And so, I’m going to start looking less towards the past, and more towards the future. But in the meantime, I’m going to treasure every time my son holds my hand, every time my daughter climbs into my lap for a snuggle, every Disney movie they want to watch (even if it means seeing Frozen for the 1,000,000,000th time), every chance I can get them to still wear matching pj’s, and of course, every early morning wake-up (well, maybe not every time we get called by one of the kids waking up for the day at 4:30am), and every bedtime cuddle, because, as I look to the future, I know that all these lovely little moments will get fewer and further between.