Throughout the last week I have been reminiscing about the two little babes we moved to Texas - Will had just turned four, and Hallie was almost two - and having a difficult time wrapping my head around both how long they've been Texans and how much growing they've done in that seemingly short period of time.
|This picture became their Valentine's |
Day postcard our first year in Texas.
The reason for the reminiscing? Throughout the last week I've also had multiple opportunities to feel *not quite ready* for - even a little blindsided by - the activities and experiences my kids are taking on. I know there's much more of this coming, but to have all of this unfold in a week was kind of a lot for my already-unstable mama heart to take.
~ Will signed up to take the PSAT.
~ Will bought (or we bought for him, for his upcoming 15th birthday) a real suit.
~ Will - and myself, as his instructor - registered for driver's ed.
~ Will started working again (his job is somewhat seasonal). Other than me driving him to/from (though not for long), he manages every aspect of work himself.
~ Will competes in his first debate tournament this weekend.
~ Hallie lost her last tooth.
~ Hallie has plans to fly across the country on her own for the first time.
I have to remind myself that there are positive aspects - and safety nets built in - to everything on this list. But each is big or scary or significant in its own way, and each is a reminder that 1) they're getting so big, old, mature, blah blah blah, and 2) I'm not ready for any of it.
Also, any tips on staying sane while teaching a kiddo to drive? Not asking for a friend...