My girls ( I know this post is about MY BOYS but you see them all the time, so here are my girls.)
I call them “my girls” but they are not. That would be crazy. 🙂 Not that YOU are crazy if you had kids really young, but it wasn’t for me ;).
Okay, you are crazy ( I mean this lightheartedly) if you had a kid at 14 or 15, who am I kidding? But I am not judging, it’s not my place. Okay. Moving on.
My girls (nieces) will be 16 this year. How did that happen? It seems like only yesterday they were born and pooping on my new jeans. I will save the embarrassment and not mention which twin. It shouldn’t matter because she was maybe 11 months old? However, they are now changing MY kids’ diapers, so we are even.
This post was prompted by facebook. One of the girls mentioned something about being sad. I responded by saying that a hug from Nana used to fix that. (That’s me. Don’t ask. Long story.) She said it still does. The question is, does it really?
Will hugs from NaNa or Mama really, truly ALWAYS make it better?
The girls grew up SO FAST. It was like I blinked and BAM. They aren’t even mine and it makes me want to cry. How much faster is this going to go for me with my kids?
It scares me. A lot.
I don’t want my boys to be 13. 16. I don’t want them to have their heart broken because she said no.
I don’t want to hear them crying at night because they didn’t make this team or win that competition.
I know all this will happen anyways, but I really, truly hope that a hug still makes it better. I hope they tell me when they are hurting, like they do now; and if not me, I hope they tell Charlie. I would even be okay if they just tell each other and comfort each other instead of teasing and mocking.
Here’s to hugs. Lots of hugs.