Everyone says it. Kids grow up way too fast. They’ll be out of diapers before you know it, talking back with a vengeance within a blink of an eye and staying up late if you dare. If you’re not careful and you take too long doing the laundry, they might just make a PB and J.
Time flies by and to see your kids grow up is very important. To be part of that growth is even more important. Recently our daughter has mastered the art of making PB and J. Bit of a mess, but it’s mastery in my mind. It’s just a little jelly in the peanut butter jar. With the help of a can opener, she’ll whip up a mean tuna salad. Mayo, spicy mustard and a dash of relish. She’ll pour her own milk, fix a desert and be off and playing again in a flash. Well, not really a flash, she’s the worlds slowest eater. But you get the idea. She’s nearing full independence.
It’s these moments I realize how much we can miss. Where did the time go? When did she grow up? The time went into teaching values, morals and ethics. It was spent teaching the value of money and the importance of saving for something special. It was time devoted to reading and homework. Time talking about school and friendships. All these, in no particular order are important, However, time, it slips away and sometimes we need to get back to our roots.
Tonight was that night. We did what we use to do. We danced for hours, played tag and just goofed off. She didn’t watched TV, play video games or mess with the Nabi. Just me and the kid being ourselves. Or course, we got hurt, had bruises, needed ice packs. But a hug and a dance and a high five fixed all that. I’m not sure if it’s just me getting older, or she is growing and getting heavier, but damn I’m tired of swinging her around the dance floor.
My challenge to parents with young kids, get back to your roots. Go have fun, be creative and make memories. Do what you used to do and make them smile. Even if it’s playing tag inside the house, do it. Before you know it, you’ll be watching your kids grow into parents. You’ll want them to instill these values as well. The value of fun, being young and making memories.
Now, somewhere is a nice cold Stout in the fridge. I need to forget this back pain.