Milestones in Life
Each of us measures stages or milestones in life using different criteria: some are philosophical, measuring spiritual growth; some are pragmatic, measuring accomplishments. I, it appears, have been reduced to measuring using McDonald's. You see, I have just passed the stage where I will be one of those mothers who has to climb through the McDonald's Playland tubes to rescue a stuck toddler. It appears my 20-monther can now navigate the Playland tubes and make it to the top unassisted.
Now, to some of you, this may see trivial. To the mother of three boys this is paramount. It means that I am ALMOST at the next (very coveted stage) where I can sit and read the paper while the boys play in the tubes. Although, it also has the down side that means that my boys are growing up and need me less and less.
It appears that the maturing of your children is a double-edged sword. I very much want to encourage them to be their own people and am sometimes (say it aint so) frustrated by their inability to do ANYTHING for themselves. It is a little sad, however, to realize that in only a few years I will be begging them to talk with me again (right now it seems they never shut up), begging them to include me in what is happening in their lives, and allow me to climb that preverbial tubing with them without being an embarrassment to them.
Now, the only reason I will have to throw caution (and my shoes) to the wind and delve into the labyrinth of tubes will be to extract the said-toddler who is unwilling to leave at the agreed upon time. :-)
Now, to some of you, this may see trivial. To the mother of three boys this is paramount. It means that I am ALMOST at the next (very coveted stage) where I can sit and read the paper while the boys play in the tubes. Although, it also has the down side that means that my boys are growing up and need me less and less.
It appears that the maturing of your children is a double-edged sword. I very much want to encourage them to be their own people and am sometimes (say it aint so) frustrated by their inability to do ANYTHING for themselves. It is a little sad, however, to realize that in only a few years I will be begging them to talk with me again (right now it seems they never shut up), begging them to include me in what is happening in their lives, and allow me to climb that preverbial tubing with them without being an embarrassment to them.
Now, the only reason I will have to throw caution (and my shoes) to the wind and delve into the labyrinth of tubes will be to extract the said-toddler who is unwilling to leave at the agreed upon time. :-)
posted by y-vonne at 9:17 AM
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