I’m there.

I have always loved this picture. We were at my grandmother, Betsy’s apartment. The sofa was shiny and slippery. She always had M&M’s in a candy dish on the coffee table.

It wasn’t a kid-friendly place really. She had a teacup collection, an ashtray collection from around the world, and other very breakable things. She also had an 8-track player and lots of big band music. I always liked it there. I still can conjure up that distinct smell in my head…

But I digress.

What I was thinking when I saw this photo today was that all my kids are older than my brother, sister and I were in this photo. (If you were guessing that I was thinking about the remarkable resemblance between my mother and Marge Simpson, you’d be wrong.) And I was thinking that Andrew and I are quite a bit older than my parents were here! I thought we were pretty big and pretty grown up that day. I remember it well. But we weren’t.

As my second kid starts middle school, I feel different. I am no longer of mom of young boys. I have medium-sized boys. Teens.

When you have little kids, you see families with kids the size of mine and think you’ll never be there.

I did.

But I’m here.

I’m not saying I don’t like it. I do. It’s just different. They have very distinct thoughts. They know things they didn’t learn from home. Or school. They challenge thoughts and ideas. They are trying out who to be.

It’s exciting and scary.

And quite an adjustment.


5 thoughts on “I’m there.

  1. It is an adjustment, but it’s all good! You wait until you are struggling to do something and they are the ones with the skill or the answer – and they bring THEIR tools home to help Dad!

  2. Isn’t it weird, one day we are the center of our kids universe and the next they are like “Mom, drop my off on the corner.” My youngest is a 5th grader and the oldest is a Junior, never a dull moment. Hope the boys have a fantastic year.

  3. WOW!
    I just looked at this.
    I can’t believe you never noticed this. A MIRACLE!
    You must put me in touch with your blessed Mother.
    Something was drawing me into the picture, I just
    couldn’t figure it out.
    I digitally enlarged the photo. It’s in your e-mail

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