While reflecting on my reflections of yesterday, I realized some things…..My kids are growing up, and things are changing for them, and with them, QUICKLY. Some are good, some are sad, and some are just there……..
Two years ago, I dragged Ryley and Grace into our pantry, stood them against the wall, and marked off their heights. Then I dated it. Since that day, they had been put against that wall two more times, and Ethan was added this past November. Yesterday, I took them back in to see how much they’ve grown in six months. Ryley grew another inch, Gracie half an inch, and Ethan is now as tall as Gracie was the first time we did this exercise (Ethan was ah, about six weeks old then, and Grace was 2 1/2). Amazing…..Ryley and Grace have each grown about 4 inches in two years. How does this happen? Why can’t we see this happening unless we put them up against the wall with Sharpie lines and dates on them? Where did my “little” kids go? The sad part is, Ryley hasn’t even put on an ounce in nearly a year. He keeps getting taller, but he also keeps getting thinner. And he’s my best eater of the three. Beginning to wonder if maybe he doesn’t have tapeworm or something. I keep telling myself he is just taking after his Daddy, but geez…I feel like his arms or legs are going to snap in half sometimes he is so thin.
Gracie is growing up as well…..She is becoming protective of her girlness….wanting less and less to play rough and tumble with the boys, and more and more of the house/school/shopping games with her dolls and stuff. She’s getting a definite opinion about what she wants to wear (or not), which shoes go with which outfit, and what she “needs” when Mom goes shopping. And did I ever mention her capacity for talking your ear off? That is, of course, when she can get a word in edgewise around Ryley’s running commentary on life. The saddest thing…..She no longer calls Ryley “Brother”…..for nearly two years, she has called him nothing but Brother. Then one day it was gone. We didn’t really notice it at first, but then it hit both Michael and I at the same time. We were coming home from church and she starts yelling about something “Ryley” is doing to her. Michael and I just looked at each other, and I was the first one to ask “Did she just call him Ryley?”, and then we both looked at her. When asked, she said she just decided not to call him Brother anymore. And she hasn’t, ever since. So sad. I miss the “Brother”. I could distinguish her calling for him from any other kid calling for their sibling. Somehow, in my heart of hearts, I wish she would call him Brother forever.
Thank goodness for my baby. Ethan must somehow know that his Mommy needs him to be a Momma’s boy for awhile longer yet. I’m completely sad that I no longer have a baby, but he is just so snuggly that it almost makes up for it. Don’t get me wrong, he is extremely independent, and a talker himself, but he is also the first one to throw his arms around my neck and say “Ya-yu Momma” (love you Momma), which gets me every time. He climbed out of his crib the other day. I nearly passed out. I’m so not ready for this. I’m praying it was a one-time deal, and he’ll forget he can do it for oh, about 9 or 10 more months. I’m just not ready for him to be in a bed instead of his crib. I need my now-toddler to stay that way for a bit longer. One change at a time…….