Do you realize, in real. physical terms, that when you have a child that is 8 or 9 years old, in ten, that’s 10, short years, he will be an adult?
Ten years may seem like a long time to a child, but in our current run-around-like-maniacs-all-the-time multitasking adult life, ten years seems really, really short.
I look at this perspective and feel completely frazzled. I look at what I want to accomplish to make their childhood count in a positive way NOW only I seem to have very little time to actually activate these ideas. If I wait, however, then I’ll only have nine years to do it. And by next year he’ll be 9 and then 10 and maybe by the time he’s 11 he won’t want to do what I didn’t do for him when he was 8 because he’s older and hanging out with mom isn’t quite as acceptable anymore….
I look at the house. I know this: we either need to move, or we need to do some extensive renovating. We think, hey, we have time, the kids are small, they don’t mind sharing a room….
Next year I will have a 9 year old boy. In less than a week I have a 6 year old girl. In ten years, my 19 year old and my 16 year old won’t want to share a room, nor should they have to.
Ten years….is such a short time.
I’m all freaked out.