Grace just finished a book report that required a shoe box diorama. Do you know how much help she needed from me? Very very little. She did a fantastic job all on her own. She picked out her own clothes this morning, did her own hair and made her own lunch. She turns her head when I go to kiss her. I wish it didn't hurt my feelings but it does. Her friends are EVERYTHING right now.
Nate dresses himself now (I still get to pick out his clothes). He wipes himself - thank goodness. : ) He plays so independently that I often have to look in on him because I haven't heard a peep out of him for a while. He opens the door for the ladies. When he wants to play, he seeks out Dad. Dad is so much better at XBox, building things and playing ball. I get it - I'm a girl.
They really are great kids. I'm proud of the job Aaron and I have done. I REALLY AM! Sometimes though, I just want to stop time and go back to when they REALLY needed me A LOT, rewind....
I would give anything to hold baby Grace or Nate one more time. Smell their hair, rub their hands, rock them to sleep, feed them, change them. SNUGGLE.
I know they don't need me as much as they used to. I just hope they know, without doubt, that I'm here and ready. I'm here to love them, listen to them, defend them, cry with them, comfort them, laugh with them and of course SNUGGLE.
