Hallelujah that the late long winter is over and spring is here. It has, however, been something of a bittersweet spring here in our little house on the hill. Definitely more sweet than bitter, but still.
You see, it's the milestones. They got me. I've spent all this time just going day to day, getting stuff done and taking care of business. And then BAM! Out of nowhere April came and brought with it all these changes.
Peanut got her drivers license. When she got her permit six months ago and got behind the wheel for the first time obtaining an actual license seemed very far away. I don't want to say that she was a bad driver but she was a very new driver and thinking about sending her out by herself seemed unlikely in the extreme. But we drove around all fall and winter and lo and behold the Commonwealth of Kentucky felt that she was a good enough driver to issue her a license. She drives herself to school every morning and takes a bit of my heart with her.
And then my baby boy turned 13. Thirteen! The sweet child that the doctors worried wasn't gaining weight fast enough after his birth now towers over me. Bubbo, good Kentucky boy that he is, wanted to go to Keenland for his birthday. I must say a good round of day-drinking definitely takes the sting out of having two teenagers. Two teenagers!
|Bubbo's new words of wisdom, "Bow tie or no tie."|
Then to place the cherry on top, as it were, for the Bender Family Milestones Peanut went to the prom. She accepted an invitation at kind of the last minute and we only had a few weeks to pull everything together. Somehow between track practise and school and volunteer requirements we managed to get a dress, shoes, and accessories. She looked beautiful, of course, and her date was a perfect gentleman but seeing her all dressed up and driving away with a boy was a bit sad in a happy way. (All the parents out there know what I mean) It was hard to reconcile that this beautiful young lady who looked like a movie star was the same little girl who used to set in her inflatable 'thinking chair' and watch Blues Clues. Her wild blonde curls were tamed into submission with hair pins and tons of product and her beautifully unique silver eyes were rimmed with bright color but she looked the same to me as she did when she was three.
|photo credit to Selina Bishop|
Fleetwood Mac's Landslide keeps going through my head.
Time makes you bolder
Children get older
I'm getting older, too
Stevie knows of which she speaks. Or sings, as it were. My kids are getting older and dragging me right along with them. I really don't mind so much getting older for myself. Age has never been a big thing for me. But with every turn of the calendar page it is becoming more and more obvious that the day is coming when first one and then the other of my kids will be leaving home.
When I was their age I couldn't imagine having the life I have now. It seemed as likely that I would fly to the moon as have children and a family. Now I can't imagine what I will do without them here every day.