Over the last several weeks, I have done a ROYAL purge on our house. For some reason, the start of school and all things "fall" signifies to me that I need to quit the summer relaxation game I've been playing and I need to get to work. It also makes me want to color my hair darker... but every time I do that I hate it, so... onto the purge.
During the summer, I cleaned out the garage of training wheels, tiny scooters, wagons, strollers and tricycles. I donated floaties and knee pads and helmets that we've out grown. Fast forward a few weeks, and I got started on the kid's drawers and bedrooms. In came the garbage bags, out went the baby toys and too-small clothes. I have purged dishes that we no longer used, clothes and shoes from my closet, pillows, towels, sheets and tablecloths ... out the door.
What came to my attention while enjoying this getting rid activity is that my family is entering a new phase of our lives. The kids no longer need training wheels on their bikes or stools to reach faucets while they brush their teeth. We have completly leaped over size 5t in favor of "big boy" clothes. Each one of the kids carries their own luggage while we travel, they all packed their own "toiletries" when we went on vacations this summer, they all have their own style and their own ratio of clean to comfort in their spaces. What gets me as a mom is first, how quickly they all became independent and two, how GLAD I am that they are growing in independence. It thrills me to see them try things on their own, just because they want to do it.
I love it when they decorate their room with something that THEY love. Watching them develop their own tastes in clothes and hobbies; yes, we are all growing up.
The truth is, I have to grow up with them. They still need me, and maybe even more these days, but just in different ways. They don't need me to help them ride their bikes, but they do need me to give them guidance on how they treat their friends, how they accomplish their homework, how to deal with on-going fears that pop up at night. It's turning out to be a fun transition, watching the kids grow up. Most days, I embrace their getting bigness.