I am moving out of the baby stage. The stage where everything is cute and worth aw-ing over. The stage where we talk about the color and consistency of poop and where how little sleep you get is something worth bragging about.

I am now in the big kid stage. I’m still learning how to maneuver my way through but I can see that I can no longer get away with spelling things so the kids don’t know what I’m talking about. I can’t talk my way around a subject without the big kids picking up on what I’m doing. I have to be careful about what I say, who I say it to and I need to keep some of my personal opinions to myself. The big kids are repeating things that I say and it is taken out of context or it just doesn’t need repeating.

I miss the days of always being right. I miss the days of kissing boo-boos and tucking them in at night. They kiss their own boo-boos now and they carry themselves off to bed. I’m proud of how much they’re learning and the kids they’re growing into but it’s sad and scary. I need to learn how to be a mom to big kids at the same time that I’m suppose to be teaching them to BE big kids. This parenting things is rough!

I try to remind myself of a quote from a TV show that I refuse to admit that I watch. The quote is referring to parenting and says that if it isn’t impossible than you’re not doing it right. Well, I have days when I think this parenting thing is impossible and I need to remember that that’s a sign of accomplishment. I’m doing it right.