The time has come, the time is now, Marvin K. Mooney, please go now. I love the Marvin K. Mooney book by Dr. Seuss. It cracks me up every time I read it.
The last two years of my life have been about change. I have changed my address, my friends, my life. The last thing that needs to change is my acceptance of the fact that I am no longer the mother of small kids. All my kids are in school, and I need to adjust my life to that. Sure, Hannah is just in PreSchool, but she is no longer a toddler or a baby.
What this means is that, as much as I fight it, it is increasingly more difficult to attend playgroups, because Hannah just isn't into it anymore. She wants to do big girl things. I am not in the same place as these other moms at the playgroups. They don't get it when I am dealing with the issues of a 9 year old. Hmm, someday I should do a list, Issues of a 9 year old... is there enough space in blogger to do that...
The issues of a 9 year old leave you longing for the issues of toddlerhood, except for poop in the underwear. I won't take that back EVER. The next time poop is being cleaned out of underwear it had best be mine. So, as my kids grow and change, I think it is time I grow and change with them.
So, the time has come, the time is here, it is time for me to take the step into what I am going to do next. It is time to act and not plan and dream. It is time. The whole issue with Santa, crystalized this for me, I am not really at that stage anymore. I have older kids, a different perspective on things. I am not in that early stage of wonder and belief that they can be or do anything, I see my limitations and my kids limitations differently.
This is not to say parents of small kids are wrong, silly or anything, I was there once too. I am just not there, and it is different. So, I shall be exiting this chapter on a zike-bike, and while the fireworks were not really part of the initial plan, they are there, so be it.