I was planning on writing about Halloween, thus the title. But, upon thinking about it, the growth of my children is far more frightening. I know, I know. It's the most common thing other parents of older children offer when they see your frazzled nerves, your sleep-deprived expression. Time flies, cherish these days, they grow up so fast. They grow up so fast. I wish I had been calmer and more awake, so that I may have listened more closely and been able to truly heed the advice.
The days all run, one into another and turn into bygone months and seasons captured in photographs. My boy, who used to love to be carried, is donning safety gear and riding his bike on the skateboard ramps at a local playground. He's talking about his future honeymoon in Japan.
My baby girl, who grumped and beamed with all the energy she possessed, is getting tall and graceful. Her artistic vision and her steadfast confidence in herself stuns me. *I* have never been like that. My children are no longer the set of little us my husband and I assumed. An assumption based in our own joy and utter inexperience.
It's like starting a new job. I'm a bit thrown. All I thought I knew of these little people was just the beginning. The preconceived ideas and expected were a fabrication of my mind. I'm living with these really cool people that I barely know, but I want to know. I want to know more.
And it's weird to know as a parent that I'm not the one with the answers. They are the ones with the answers, if i can only ask the right questions.
