My first born turns nine in two months. This morning he asked if he could get rid of his Star Wars underwear. I promptly told him to toss it in the trash and he gleefully complied.
Lots of moms mourn the “loss” of their babies to growing up. I’m not one of them. While I enjoyed my kids when they were babies and love my time with my little guy, I also sometimes have to remind myself to not wish him to get older as I often think: “I can’t wait until…” Little kids are great fun, but I’d like to take a moment to celebrate big kids. Here’s why I think they are awesome:
- they will go to movies and watch TV shows that you actually like, so you don’t have to fake it
- they can tie their own shoes, put their plates in the dishwasher, wipe their own bums, and warn you before they throw up
- they know how to quickly eat something they don’t like, instead of whining about it through an entire meal
- they can reach stuff without a stool
- they understand that they are hungry or tired, and ask for food or lay down instead of pitching a fit or taking it out on you
- they know what 5 minutes means
- the end of car seats is in sight
- they can read directions
- they understand the value of a dollar
- they can feed the cat, get the mail, fetch things for siblings and otherwise legitimately help around the house
- they can successfully tell a joke and sneak up on you
- they still think mom and dad are cool
So here’s to my big kid. In the words of his little brother – I think you’re Super Cool.