I'm not sure how my children got to be school age so quickly. On Saturday, we went to the zoo and they ran everywhere. We were practically the only family without a wagon or stroller. Part of me missed those days--portability and a place to stash my purse. I looked at my children and realized, not only aren't they babies anymore, but they're not preschoolers either. At just six and eight they're not packing for college yet but they seem to be taking the steps toward independence two at a time. With each young family we passed, I found myself longing for the good old days of diaper bags and sippy cups.
One thing other parents have taught me is that the years will fly by whether I enjoy the days or not. And there is so much to enjoy. My boys and I have wise and witty conversations, punctuated by their innocence and optimism. They watch Pokemon battles on dvd while snuggled under their favorite blankets holding stuffed animals. They are too "cool" to say a word when I drop them off at school in the morning but run into my arms when I pick them up in the afternoon. They beg for Minecraft but happily spend hours watching Mickey Mouse cartoons in their pajamas.
What's not to love? As someone once said, "The great thing about getting older is that you don't lose all the other ages you've been." Thank goodness.