I always think of our life as a collection of seasons. Some seasons are long....very long. While others come and go so quickly. Recently, I have unintentionally spent a lot of time reflecting on my childhood. Something I honestly tend to avoid doing. Growing up for the longest time I had no idea how different my life was from other kids. I think I just assumed this was how everyone's family was. Until my 11th birthday, Alice told me I could bring friends home. So after school there I came happily bringing two school friends to my house for the first time. The looks on their faces as Alice was....well Alice told me everything. This wasn't normal. It wasn't ok. Kids weren't suppose to live like this.
As my own kids have gotten older, especially my daughter I am even more aware of how messed up that "season" of my life was. However, like I always say I will never wish away my past because that made me who I am and got me to where I am now.
Now here we are entering another new season of parenting. Our kids are all getting older. In fact our oldest will be starting his senior year in just a couple of weeks. Talk about reflecting! This time has gone so fast. While I am ridiculously proud of him and who he is becoming knowing this next step is now here is a bit overwhelming. He is ready, I know he is. This momma though...not quite. Who told time it could go so fast?
