My kids are changing. It is amazing to see.
At around 2 or 3 I remember recognizing that they were suddenly toddlers. Their mannerisms suddenly changed, their abilities changed, everything changed. Even their proportions changed They went from sweet little baby things to miniature kids.
Issac heading to Grandma’s to go hunting.
At around 5 or 6 and then 7 they suddenly lengthened out and lost some baby fat and I noticed the change. They were choosing to do things that I thought of as more grown-up. They were choosing to read a book or watch a movie about volcanoes instead of playing cars. They were choosing to discuss things and ask how things work instead of just playing. They suddenly knew things and did things they had never been capable of before. Issac is now reading to me in the evenings, from books of his choosing. He now spontaneously does thgns for his sisters–like making their beds for them in stead of just jumping on them.
The girls wading in the pond, in APRIL!
At around 9 I noticed a huge change. There was more thinking and less acting out. There was more individual thought, less reliance on me. Suddenly Mom wasn’t the highest authority on absolutely everything. More time was spent alone reading or drawing or thinking. More questions were being asked about how people think, act, do, about relationships. Essie now spends a great deal of time reading and was devastated yesterday when we couldn’t fnd the next book in the series she is reading. Being an introvert she is longing for more time to herself, to think, to dream, to read. And when we get together she climbs up in my (or her daddy’s) lap to chat or just cuddle.
And now we are 11 (well, at least Rachel is) and things are changing again. Where once a temper tantrum would have been par for the course (Rach is a bit high strung) she may begin to lose it and then stop and think. She might walk away or calm herself down. When she is frustrated she recognizes it and says so instead of flipping her lid. Walks no longer spawn chats about how sidewalk cracks are formed but instead we talk about people and relationships and what makes a good friend, about hormones and how hard it is to be real friends when your moods change every ten seconds. I see Rach learning acceptance of who she is as God designed her, acceptance of the health issues she has, acceptance, recognition, and frustration at being the only extrovert in a house full of introverts. Now she takes over when I need a break, happily making meals for her siblings for fun, finding her niche in this awkward time between being grown up and a little girl.
All three are at new stages and it is a joy to see, to watch, to be with them, and to help them develop into the people God created them to be. I am so grateful that I am able to spend time with them, know who they are as each enters this new place in life, and at this time I am choosing to spend more time rather than less with them as they ar a joy to know and be with (well, most of the time.;))