Yea yea yea, we love our kids, they are our Gifts from God. They are our sun and moon and stars. I agree.
Maybe I'm the only one, but I found the ages of 4 to 9 really challenging. They were no longer cute little curly haired toddlers but still carried the defiance and dependence of the wee ones. And they whined. A lot. They still needed turkey sandwiches made and cleaned up and spent very little time entertaining themselves.
My kids are now 11 and 15 and I'm loving this little stage. No one can drive yet so there's no underlying current of fear and increased insurance rates. They make their own food, clean their own rooms (occasionally). We have interesting conversations, when they have friends over I'm not the party planner. We can watch PG13 movies, they'll eat more than chicken nuggets, they still like me most of the time, they put away their own laundry, we like some of the same music, we like some of the same tv shows. Seriously, they're pretty amazing little humans.
I'm working really hard this summer to enjoy this stage.
So if you are one whine from homicide and one bad play date from throwing in the towel. Hang on. It gets better.
In fact, while writing this little post my baby girl brought me this. And she made it herself. And if I ask her to take my empty bowl back to the kitchen when I finish, she actually might do it.
Ha.
