When I was younger my family would always tell the children when we would complain about not being old enough… “you have 18years to be a child and a lifetime to be an adult.” As I get older I understand what they meant by that. Even at just 20 I find myself wishing someone would push me in a stroller or thinking kindergarden sounds nice. Recess here I come!
I see so many parents putting so much emphasis on “I’m preparing my child for the real world”, they tend to forget to let the child be a child. There is nothing wrong with preparing your child with whats to come in life (don’t get me wrong) but stop and take a breather for just a moment. Let them stop and smell the flowers, run wild, so what if the outfit they choose to wear isn’t matching that day and their hair is wild. Let them be a child. They will have pleanty of time to stand in the closet for hours to find ther “perfect” outfit to wear, or stand in the mirrior trying to get their hair “just right.” Then you will say “where did the time go” the time didn’t go anywhere you just forgot to stop and actually notice you had a child because you were so busy “preparing” you forgot to stop and “enjoy”. Most likely that question will come along prom, graduations, weddings, and bringing new editions into the world. As I put za’niyah(3) in bed tonight I actually stopped and watched her laugh and roll around the bed a moment. I tucked her in and read her a book and remembered my grandma used to do it to me as a child. It was simply and some nights she would be so tired she would make up one, but it was a memory that lasted forever. When she was small I wished she was older so that those 2 a.m. feedings wouldnt seem so bad and the moments I couldn’t roll over without hearing a whimper would soon be over! Now I watch her run and play, say my name! Go to sleep on her own, use underwear instead of diapers and attempt to hold a conversation. where did the time go? It went into wishing for this day, now I want to rewind the clock. She has 18years to be a child and a lifetime to be an adult. So I think I’ll embrace these years. Trust me the time does fly!
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I couldn’t agree more with you, time does fly with a jet. That’s also the reason why i put my girl at school when she turned 5 years old, not 4. She got only 5 years to stay home playing, but a life time to study…
That is true. Fortunately for Za’niyah she will have an extra year because her birthday come’s late.
My son is turning 5 in October and I already miss his younger years. I do stop and look, listen and yes even smell so I can remember all these wonderful childhood moments. Thank you for sharing.
Aww that’s sweet, he seems to be lucky to have u as a dad. And thank you for commenting and taking the time to read my post.
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My son is turning 5 in October and I already miss his younger years. I do stop, look, listen and yes even smell so I can remember all these wonderful childhood moments. Thank you for sharing.
My daughter will be 21 this year and my son will be 17; all I can say is I remember their “toddler” days like yesterday. You are right, though, when our children are young, we anticipate each new stage of their lives, but it goes so fast. So, embracing each day is the right attitude! 🙂
Thanks for the ‘like’. Nice blog, too, and very true. It’s really when you get older that you wish you can roll back time. Best of luck.
Thank you for stoping by and doing the same:)!