I’m loving having older children.
I don’t even see them before 10 or 11 most mornings. They wake up and either read or play in their own rooms. Gone are the days with the early morning prods by little hands who demand an immediate bowl of cold cereal. Breakfast morphs into lunch here, and unless I have an errand to run or we go to the pool, I let them stay in their pjs all day.
My 7-year old has been taking showers without assistance for a while, and since we got 10-inches lopped off her hair, she’s been even washing and towel-drying her hair herself. Last night, I promised a popsicle to both kids if they would go up together and help each other take a shower, and wash and dry their hair. (My 5-year old can’t get the shampoo out of her hair without help.) To my husband’s and mine complete shock, they came down twenty minutes later in their pjs, with perfectly brushed hair.
Like I said, I am loving having older kids.
I wrote this piece a while back, tried to get it published in various places, but it was a no go. Now it’s up at skirt!