How to Know When Your Children Are Growing Up

You do know, don’t you, that this is going to be  a bit tongue-in-cheek?

Just checking.

Watching your almost-ten year old boy with an Autism Spectrum Disorder, who will tell you at every possible turn that he  “just isn’t a sports-type kid” try snow skiing for the first time, every day, for One! Whole! Week! during school vacation?  And watching him love it and nail it?  Oh yes he did!  And how proud am I?  So stinkin’ proud.  I’m proud of him for trying.  I’m proud of him for keeping at it.  I’m proud of him for sticking it out even on the sopping wet, drizzly, sleet-y, and rainy day, midweek. The sense of accomplishment that he felt at the end – being handed his certificate confirming that he completed the week?  You could see it All Over His Face.  Oh, Lord, thank You! He’s moving into a new stage, people.  And it’s a Very Good Thing.



Sending your youngest, at almost-five, on her first sleepover to her grandparents house, an hour and a half away, and realizing when you go to pick her up the following day that you had forgotten to pack the night-time pull-up? And you arrive and The Gammy tells you that she just put her in her underwear, and she did just-fine-I-tell-you? She just officially became a “big girl” and I only turned my head for One! Day! (The forgetting of the Pull-up? It was unintentional, I promise.  And, those are rather bitter words to write, as my “word” for 2013 is , um… intentional. Yup, I’m a Work In Progress, people.  Work. In. Progress.)

Just for clarification, I did inform them both that I’d be perfectly happy for them to cease and desist all future growing.

They laughed.

I cried.

Oh, yes indeedy – I sobbed like a Soap Opera starlet.

And then went and ate this:


In celebration of their growth, of course.

Have your urchins had any growth spurts lately?  Tell me!  Tell me I’m not eating the gelato alone!?!

16 thoughts on “How to Know When Your Children Are Growing Up

  1. I LOVED this. HILARIOUS and TEARFUL all at the same time. Watching our kids grow up is SOOOO bittersweet. Agreed. And, could you pass the gelato?

  2. I love this! So! Much!
    I love that he did it! Skiing is so hard! When I skiied (I have no idea how to spell that) the first time, I fell down every three minutes (or less maybe) (I was 30), and halfway down the mountain (Okay, hill) I sat and started crying. I told Mike,”I’m sitting right here. I’m not getting back up! I’m not!” He said,”Have you ever skiied before?” Um…NO! I had a personal coach after that. Very Helpful! 🙂 So…you should definitely be so proud!! Way to go, Sweetboy! And can I just tell you that I love that you have a photo that you can put on here, because they are all covered up?! It made me giggle. 🙂
    Way to go Sweetgirl!
    And to the both of you…take it easy on the growing! Both of you all at once is going to do your mama in! Take turns at least!! 😉

    My oldest can wear my shoes. My youngest can beat me at chess. My son…well, we don’t have explosive exchanges every day, so…growth! 🙂

  3. You just brought a tear to my eye for being right there first hand for the whole thing….it made my whole heart smile:) xxoo

  4. That gelato is my kryptonite. Oh, I feel your heartache at the growing-up-ness that happens in the blink of an eye. So proud of your boy for boldly facing the mountain! Those are the moments that wrench my heart the worst — watching them do something I never thought they’d find it in themselves to do. The pride makes my heart burst.

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