So I turn around to the kids (15yo and 17yo) sitting in the backseat of the car, and gleefully tell them I'm home for a week over the school holidays! Yippee!
Their responses? One had their earphones in so didn't hear me, and the other said,
"You do realise, Mum, that we probably won't be home that much don't you?"
Hrrummph!
"Well guess what?" I respond.
"You two are coming down to the beach with me for a day or two!"
So there.
Friday, July 6, 2012
Nine Summers
I've read you only have nine summers with your kids.
That's quite scary. I am not sure that can be accurate though.
It's not as if a ten year old can
Any way you look at it though, your time with your kids is limited. I have struggled over the years to remember that and have sometimes resented the massive time investment required.
But more recently I am regretting that resentment! You can't switch back the clock - and you can't make your children or yourself young again.
Live with them and love them today, 'cause tomorrow they'll be gone.
That's quite scary. I am not sure that can be accurate though.
It's not as if a ten year old can
- get his licence
- get a job
- have his/her own money, or
- sign any contracts
Any way you look at it though, your time with your kids is limited. I have struggled over the years to remember that and have sometimes resented the massive time investment required.
But more recently I am regretting that resentment! You can't switch back the clock - and you can't make your children or yourself young again.
Live with them and love them today, 'cause tomorrow they'll be gone.
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