in parenting it’s always three steps forward, two steps back it seems.
we are staring double digits in the face with our oldest and my heart just isn’t ready. we’ve still got most of a year left at nine and i find myself alternating between incredible frustration over the same childish behaviors and being deeply touched by the little hints of maturity I see in him.
this morning during the breakfast shuffle, he wanted oatmeal. there was one packet left. instead of going for it in his usual manner, he paused: ‘there’s only one packet of oatmeal left, would either of you like it?’ he said to his sisters.