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!