As I write, three teenagers in Santa hats are in the kitchen loudly singing, “I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas.” It is 7:15 a.m., and I hush them because I don’t want them to wake “the baby.” The baby is almost 12, and like most tweens, he likes to sleep in.
We’re a long way from reading quietly during the baby’s naptime. We’re a long way from making handprint wreaths and salt dough ornaments. My daughter and her friends are making their lunches before they head out to co-op, where they’ll have a full day of classes: ecology, American literature, American history, geometry, ACT Prep, and drama.
They leave. My 12-year-old still snoozes; the cat snores softly on the couch. The house is almost perfectly quiet. There is not one single toy visible to me, not even a Lego guy head.…
I agree so much, Sarah. I just kind of eluded to this on my blog this week, and my husband had a huge response to it. I linked your post in my comments because you share my sentiments exactly. Have a wonderful holiday season with your family!
ReplyDeleteDag-blame it, Sarah Small! Why do you have to be such a great writer? I do NOT need to be crying this close to Christmas...
ReplyDeleteHello! Thank you for your wonderful post over at Simple Homeschooling. I cannot tell you how much that encouraged me and put a little "spark" under me that I can do this!!
ReplyDeletethank you...Sandy Toe
I will remember this on the tough days. Because it is truly a joy to have all these moments with them, even the bickery, sister fights. Thank you for the reminder of what a great journey it is!
ReplyDeleteOh, Sarah, this was perfect! And how did Duncan get to be twelve!?
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