I'm confident that my son is going to be great and hopefully take the right amount of risks to be interesting and curious about life without getting hurt or put in jail. What the Facebook comments triggered in me was an evaluation of my own growth. How could my son be so much older? I don't feel like I've changed much...ooooh, maybe that's a problem. As my children get older, I come closer to the age when parenting will not be a main focus for my energy. The children in our life, whether they are our own or the nieces and nephews, neighbors, and friends, remind us that life is all about change and growth. Kids shove it in our faces, "Look what I can do! Look how much taller I am. Look how I can figure things out without you. Look how I have my own ideas and opinions." More and more, I'm getting the itch to explore what I can do. What would be a stretch for me? What is something that would expand my interests and skills?
Don't get me wrong, I miss the lazy snuggling and the toothless, drooling grin. I miss the courageous first steps and chasing after lightning bugs. I miss the excited first hit at a baseball game and the proud completion of that first piano recital. There's a lot of things that I miss but I don't think I want to keep my kids little as much as I want to be growing too.