OMG, just tell me… WHEN did my girls grow up?!?!

So, there I am at the supermarket last Sunday when a new plateau in my life decided to give me a smackdown. I’d filled my basket with all the non-food and shelf items first, then made another trip around to pick up the frozen and refrigerated items last. Hey, don’t judge me. In Arizona, frozen things melt in a blink of an eye! Refrigerated items warm, and I don’t need my milk going bad after a day or two.

So I head over to the checkout line and proceed to put all the frozen food items together, all the refrigerated items together, and so on with the hopes that the person bagging will follow my line of thinking and bag these items together. Most of the time it works. Well, I’m all done and I’m happily leaving the store having saved $65 in coupons and in store sales. Yay me! I stuff the receipt in my pocket and find a few quarters. Bonus!

As I walk out, I see a Knights of Columbus table has been set up to ask for donations in support of Intellectual Disabilities. Having just found some change, I figured, why not? I tossed my coins in the jar and the lovely gentleman asks me how many little ones I have at home so he can give me a treat for them.

Now, at first, I’m extremely flattered. He thinks I’m younger than I am! Woohoo! And then… slam! New plateau smacks me in the face! I respond, “Oh, I don’t have any little ones at home anymore.” He smiles and says, “Well, here you are anyway. Thank you very much.” And he tosses a few Tootsie Rolls in one of my bags. I thanked him, but as I walked toward my car I nearly puked.

WOULD SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHEN MY LITTLE GIRLS GREW UP ON ME?! I do remember the passage of  time, the  cheers and tears over life and school events, and of course the clothes and shoe shopping. But, this was the first time I’d been asked about little ones at home, and they are decidedly NOT so little. In fact, Youngest is in Jr High School, as tall as her sister and nearly as tall as me! And Eldest is a Jr in High School. AL she talks about is driving and college! Stop this plane, I wanna get off! 

Well, not really. There are incredible benefits that come with my NO LONGER LITTLE ONES. We can joke around differently, we can have discussions, the three of us can share womanly events with each other (ahem, Dad really suffers now), and hubby and I can go out together without them!

A new plateau in our family’s history. Am I leaping for joy? Not especially. I do miss the fuzzy warm baby head days every now and again. I miss them falling asleep on my lap and the preschool years when Mama and Daddy rocked their worlds. I miss the sheer excitement of early childhood.

But I have to admit to loving the young ladies my girls have become. They are beautiful, smart, strong-willed, and have a keen sense of what makes a good person. Okay, so they drive my hubby and me bananas with their teenage personalities at the moment. But this too shall pass and we’ll be onto our next plateau. Lord help me! If that could wait a bit so my wounds have a chance to heal from this smackdown, I’d appreciate it!



10 Comments Add yours

  1. Cheryl Sanders says:

    I feel your pain Deena! My youngest is a senior in high school!!! She’s already visiting colleges! Where did the time go? But…she will always be my baby 🙂

    1. deenaremiel says:

      Oh, Cheryl…. I agree, they’ll always be our babies. 🙂 Thanks for commiserating with me!

  2. Anne Nelson says:

    Oh my goodness, I so miss my son and his younger yrs! It’s hard to believe that he’s 30 now. *angel hugz n luvz* ❤

    1. deenaremiel says:

      Anne, thanks for angel hugz. You know, I’ve been pretty darn good with milestones around here. Graduating preschool, kindergarden, etc. I always met those with excitement and joy and never cried. Now, I know next year’s gonna be brutal. When Eldest graduates HS, I’m preparing myself now! lol I will be bawling like a baby…. ROFL

  3. Tina B says:

    Great post. I understand. Whenever I look at pictures of my oldest (who is 14), I can’t believe he is so big! Luckily (though sometimes it doesn’t feel that way), my youngest will only be 3 in a few months. I still have that little person time left with him. I defintely miss the oldest cuddling with me. 🙂
    You are brave for having 2 girls. I don’t think that I can do it. I see my friends that have girls and what they have to deal with personality wise and am very thankful for boys. Lol. I could not deal with a “mini me”. 😉
    It sounds like you have wonderful girls though. Have a wonderful weekend.

    1. deenaremiel says:

      Oh, Tina! They’re wonderful when they want to be or unexpectedly, but right now, these are the toughest years. It’s all about hormones, becoming a woman, physically, and trying to rein in the emotions. I teach middle school, as well, so I’m continually immersed in the whole bit of it. LOL It’s definitely trying at times and touching at others.

  4. I smiled reading this as I thought about my daughter complaining that giving my grandson his first haircut turned him into a little boy instead of a baby. I chuckled and asked when my sprite of a little girl turned into a mother of a little boy. Those stages seem to jump out and get us. I am wishing I had stressed a little less and enjoyed a little more the dynamics of teen years. Enjoy your blessings. 🙂

    1. deenaremiel says:

      Thanks, Ruth! I will! 😀

  5. Mom/Bubbie says:

    Welcome to my world, Honey. Gran used to say ” I just want time to slow up a little bit.” I find myself quoting her a lot! Love to all of you and have w beautiful day.


    1. deenaremiel says:

      Hey Ma, LOL! My friends who don’t have girls are thrilled, but even so, I’m glad I have girls.

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