I always wanted kids. I even knew, since I was small, that I would have twins. And I did. But due to life's circumstances, I waited a long time to have my children. Now I look upon my children and I see them growing up. I can't believe my boys are nearly 11 years old. Yet I don't feel like I'm getting any older, so how could that be? Time has gone by too quickly. Where did the time go?
One of my sons can't wait to be grown up. As a kid, I remember wanting to be grown up. Now as a grown up, I want to be a kid. They are getting so tall and so smart. I took on tutoring the Math Champs (advanced math training for competition) at their school this fall and I can honestly say, that despite the fact I've got several degrees, I am NOT smarter than a fifth grader. It is impressive the level of information and technological knowledge these young kids know. I only hope to help my boys hold on to their innocence and childhood as long as possible, while also appreciating just what fine young men they are becoming.
I am having growning pains. Being a mother is hard work. I don't want my kids to grow up. Knowing all your dedication, patience, guidance and worry will soon walk out the door to be tested in the real world is scary. I hope my children will cherish that their mom was such a hands-on involved mom even when my presence may have caused momentary embarrassment for them. I hope that they truly feel loved. Maybe the hundreds of scrapbook pages I've created for them will help them remember not only the events and people in their past, but also the overwhelming affection I feel for them everyday.
I feel so blessed to have my boys and am so proud of them