Changes, they happen all the time. And sometimes they happen before you know it. Like kids growing up... You think you are stuck in a certain stage, then you look up a few weeks later, and there you are - out of that stage into another. What happened? Thinking of this helps me remember to enjoy where we are. Even if that stage is saying "NO" to everything. Refusing to listen. Kicking and screaming on the floor. Just to name a few...
In those moments, it is hard to think this way - that they are so young and won't be this way forever (thank goodness, right?) To treasure every moment.
I was thinking this morning, that really I just live in transitions all the time. My life is change. And change is expensive! And change is fun (for me at least)! I'm one of those that rearrange furniture and drawers just for fun (which is a frustrating adventure for my husband when he comes home). Change definitely makes things interesting and keeps things exciting. I think it really keeps my energy up!
Sometimes you just can't help that the transition happens - and the cost that comes with it. Seasons change along with the size of kids. And we all hope that these happen about the same time! Because with each growth, with each weather change - here comes new clothes. And as each stage in life comes - it seems that there is cost in spending for new needs - and especially the little years - for trial and error.
One of the ones that got me REALLY bad was the sippy cup. I bought about 10 different kinds until one was finally accepted. And now comes the potty training. And there are seats, stools, chairs, charts, and "wearable" items that have to be accepted. And these items have to have a little power - the power to entice a VERY opinionated child to WANT to use them. Back with the sippy cup - it was kind of not really a choice. Yeah I had to find one that she like, but this is totally different. This has to help her DO something. Something important.
Changes happen too, in the form of milestones. There are the big ones - first words, first steps. But there are those little missed milestones. Like the first time they count to ten by themselves. When they start using a big girl chair. Those moments where they become independent - getting their own milk from the fridge. Being kind and helpful, especially with each other. Imitating mommy when I'm doing housework (and understanding what I'm doing).
There is so much that happens in a day that I want to remember. The sweet moments - the milestones of all the little things that I'm probably going to forget. They are so important and major, but slip by most of the time. And that's the transitions. That's growing up.
