During my motherhood journey, I look back on the days of my childrens infancy and toddlerhood, and I think Oh, if I only knew then what I know now!! Those wonderful innocent days of whimpering cries from babies, and the helplessness of being a mother pulling her hair out trying to figure out why are they crying?? I so remember thinking if only you could talk and tell me what is wrong. You know those cries, when they have a full belly so hunger isn't the problem, they don't really have a tummy ache as they just burped and spit out any excess all over you, they aren't wet you just changed them, too soon for teething, no shots just had causing this, and rocking, singing,walking,begging, nothing helps!! Ah yes I remember those days.
Then they speak and you are delighted, finally now you and baby can communicate. Baby can help you know what to do by telling you what is wrong. Uh huh...only problem is baby won't talk, they just point, whine, nod, and the only word you can understand with absolute clarity besides me is that.
Suddenly those days flew by and the child is no longer a baby and they have a vocabulary that you actually can understand and for a few years life for the most part is grand. They use their manners and never forget please and thank you. I love you are words that just flow from their sweet mouth non stop. And you swell with pride at your child.
Before you know it you have a teenager and sadly you understand everything they are saying. They are still whining and crying and their favorite words are still me and that with a lot I want and can I mixed in. Those manners, well lets say letting them have friends and social lives was not your best idea. You find yourself looking back at their baby pictures and wanting to slap yourself for begging to be able to understand their words, because now you are praying for silence, wishing you couldn't understand what they were saying, as you look at them blankly wondering did your child actually just use that word, or has someone dropped the wrong kid off at your house.
I have officially got four teenagers in my house now, and that means I have personally had to live with six teenagers so far, and heaven help me I still have one that will be a teenager! I personally have a goal to survive this and witness each of them with at least one teenager of their very own. I will even treat myself to a medal if I do!
As I think back to the days of wishing so hard I could understand what they were trying to tell me I think now oh how I wish you couldn't talk yet. Then I look at the one that is grown up with a child of their own now and I think ah Her turn. So though I can't rewind my life back to the quieter days, I can smile as I watch my own child shake her head wondering is this really my sweet little baby? Yelling like that?? And then I can laugh when I remind her he is only five and the real fun is still to come. We get to rewind in a way through our children, and this time we get to be in our parents spot of watching them deal with it and smiling.
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