If I took the time to conduct a proper Google search, I'm sure I would find a perfect quote that sums up my feelings today. I'm pretty sure somewhere, someone has waxed poetic on the fact that things change, as much as they appear to stay the same.
In other words, while I was standing still, squinting through the lens of my camera, waiting for the perfect picture, when did everything change?
Seriously, when did my kids grow taller than me and, subsequently, smarter than me?
When did I become a woman of a certain age?
I really thought there would be some sort of sign up sheet informing me that I was approaching that age when kids start choosing colleges, and other, younger kids stop bringing home 10- pieces- of- art- work- a day from school.
This all hit me, as I cleaned out my laundry/pantry/storage/seasonal clothing bin/sports equipment room yeterday.
Because, what better way to spend a sunny, summer Sunday?( PS- if you're searching Goodwill for some mid-summer, mismatched mittens, you're welcome. )
The 'clean it out/ get rid of it' bug hit me this weekend, leaving me sitting amongst last year's school work, un-emptied lunchbags, and too many school pics. What does one do with 24 mini wallet sized pics?
I lined up our family beach vacation photos, and noticed the alarming progression of kids who were once balanced on my hip, to kids that are now taller than me.
If you didn't already know, when kids get older they totally have their own plans.
Sleepovers, hang-out dates, backyard bonfires, and movie and mall outings. They are very busy.
Leaving us moms plenty of time to organize all of their crap.