...all this talk about resistence to changing and growing and graduating and moving on and too much independence. all this talk about relinquishing and maturing and aging. all this talk about keeping them close, tightening apron strings, losing connections, and the fear of being left behind. all this talk about who's gonna be queen of the castle, king of the hill. it's all crazy talk! crazy talk. pure, unadulterated crazy talk. the ramblings of a crazy person. lunacy! i should be committed. my advice?! do. not. listen. to. me. ever! unless of course i birthed you or married you. then you have to hang on my every word!
i am now fully in love with the idea that my children are growing and maturing. i love that they are independent and reliable. i love that they are resourceful and able and confident. i love that they are responsible. i embrace all this for completely selfish reasons. pure...unadulterated...selfishness.
i absoulutely love all this maturing because it meant steven could plan a quick birthday retreat for me and he, and we were able to just up and go, just like that! - all without having to call in favors from family and friends. i love it because we were able to go knowing full well that our children would look out for each other, that they would take good care of each other, that they would most likely be better friends as a result of it. i love that we went knowing that on our return the house would still be standing, that all would be well. ooh, and that there was the slightest possiblity there might even be a present or two waiting for me.
like i said. unadulterated selfishness.
but, oh, how i love it when i'm right!!!
thanks kids.
thank you steven.
i love you like you don't even know.
