Written by Kris Bales of Weird, Unsocialized Homeschoolers.
You know how everyone is always talking about the things you’re going to miss when your kids are older? When you’re knee-deep in diapers and toddler tantrums, sometimes you don’t believe those older moms.
I’m not going to lie to you – I don’t miss diapers or tantrums. I have been known to whisper to my kids that I’m glad they’re grown when witnessing one of those tantrums.
As I – and my kids – have gotten older, I’d started to think that maybe I wasn’t as sentimental as most because I wasn’t exactly pining for those younger days. However, in recent weeks, those nostalgic feelings have hit with a vengeance – particularly in the face of teen trials.
I’m not sure which is worse, dealing with a toddler tantrum or worrying about your 19-year-old who is out on a date – because, you know what? When I look at her, I still see that cherub-faced toddler. Cherub-faced toddlers should not be dating!
If you’re in the trenches with little ones, I thought you might like to know what I’m missing, lest you think that being a mom to older kids is all rainbows and unicorns.
Oh, and while you’re thinking about what you might miss, keep an eye out for all those “lasts.” The firsts are easy to recognize – first tooth, first steps, first dance. The lasts are a little trickier.
I remember squeezing into a rocking chair with an 8-year-old boy who was almost as big as me because it had been such a long time and I knew very well it might be the last. Just last week, I enjoyed nearly an hour of curling up in bed, snuggled up with my 13-year-old for the very same reason.
Make sure you’re savoring those little things that your kids are outgrowing. You don’t want to overlook the lasts because you’ll miss those moments when they’re gone.
I miss tucking my kids in at night. These days, they typically stay up later than I do. They may or may not tell me goodnight, but the only tucking in I ever do anymore happens when someone is sick or on those rare occasions when I happen to sneak into their rooms after they’ve gone to sleep.
I miss reading bedtime stories. That book that you’re sick of because you’ve read it over and over and over again? One day, you’ll look at it longingly and daydream of reading it to your grandkids.
I miss having everyone tucked in to a sleeping, quiet house. It’s not just the tucking in I miss. I miss going to bed in a dark, quiet house after everyone else is asleep. Every once in awhile – typically on a Sunday night when everyone has had a long day of church activities – I’ll get a little taste of it. It seems an odd thing to savor, but I always do.
I miss them needing just one more hug.
I miss the days when a kiss and a band-aid could take away the hurt.
I miss being their favorite person in all the world. Maybe I still am, but it’s not as easy to see sometimes.
I miss strapping everyone in to those confounded car seats. They were a pain, but those car seats meant I was the one doing the driving.
I miss cheap kids’ meals. Teenagers can pack away some food, y’all.
I miss being their safe spot. You know how a toddler or preschooler will cling to you in a new situation until they feel secure enough to wander away? Yeah, that.
I miss when blowing bubbles could provide an afternoon of quality entertainment.
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I miss Play-doh and coloring pages.
I miss being the one my son wanted to marry.
I miss my husband being the one my daughters wanted to marry. She shall remain anonymous to avoid embarrassment, but at least one of my daughters was willing to share him with me.
I miss them wanting and needing to hold my hand.
I miss those little drool spots when one of them fell asleep on my shoulder.
I miss the way my boy used to have to twirl my hair with his finger to fall asleep.
I miss when an ice cream cone would solve all their problems.
I miss when their biggest worry was missing their favorite cartoon.
I miss going to the children’s museum.
There are so many awesome things about being a mom to teens, but there are so many things to savor and enjoy about being a mom to littles.
Don’t wish it away. Blow some bubbles for me today.
What do you – or will you – miss about the little kid years?