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Growing Up is Hard on Mom

If you read this blog with any regularity you have probably noticed a couple of things. First, my post have become more and more erratic. Second, my children are growing up way to fast.

Ironically, the second has more to do with the first than you would realize.

From the time my children were little I was told that raising children would change from being physically demanding to mentally demanding. Of course like all young mothers you think those older than you know nothing. In your young mother head you can not imagine a different life then the one you are currently living. The days are long as you meet every single physical and mental need of your little ones.

Your a mother, and you love the days of caring for, and taking care of your little ones. You love the hugs, and the little fingers that grab your hand. You love the art projects, first times, little shoes, and most of all you adore your little ones.

The process of children growing up is inevitable. Those little fingers will lengthen and develop no matter what you say. Growing up is a good thing, you want your childeren to grow, you want them to develop, and become the best person they can become.

Along the way you cheer their success and you comfort them in times of loss.

You are a mother.

Then there comes a day when the mother is carefully pushed to the side. At first you may not even realize you have been moved over a step or two. You may not even notice that you are no longer as necessary. Because, you are still necessary. Necessary for clothes, food, shelter, and taxi services. However, your role is shifting and you have been demoted from CEO of your child's life to support staff.

The support staff provides viable services as your child transitions and becomes an adult. An adult who can survive, function, and succeed in the big bad world. The support staff is as vital as the CEO BUT the support staff has less say. The support staff does not receive as many hugs. No one holds the supports staff hand as they cross the street.

The support staff has the important job of knowing when to open their mouth and when to close their mouth.

For me this role of support staff has not been an easy fit. I very much enjoyed the role of CEO. I was secure and confident in my role of CEO. This support staff role is not comfortable. I have been trying for awhile now to reclaim my old position. Only it seems that I have been replaced. The good news is that my children have replaced me with themselves. They each are taking control, making decisions, and growing up.

This transition from one stage of life to the next has been a bit bumpy. It is taking me longer than it probably should to accept my new job. I really, really, really liked my old job better. However, that job is no longer available, and it is time for me to move forward. Perhaps find a reason or two to love my new job. Today, I need to love my children as much as I can before they leave, and my job is down graded once more. Discover a new me, and find a job where I can once more be CEO.

Sometimes growing up is hardest on the mom...

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Me, Myself and I said…
Ain't that the truth.

"Mom, sweetie, I growing bigger, bigger! Someday I won't fit on your lap anymore. I will grow bigger yesterday, okay sweetie?!" SAD PANDA MOMMY! You must be sad panda mommy times one thousand.

Don't you remember how TIRED you were meeting the every need of everyONE? At least your kids sleep through the night now! :)

I constantly tell my 3 year old who is the boss and she constantly lets me know otherwise...

PS - Today H was begging, "MOOOOOOM, will you PLEASE go somewhere so Sam can come babysit me? PLLLLLLEEEEEEASE?!" And then she was playing babysitter to her baby brother and I had to remind her that babysitters do not hit the babies they are sitting. Nor do they sit on them. ;)

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