I can still remember the days when a simple grocery trip required military-like planning. How do you get a 3 year old, 2 year old, and a baby into the grocery store, do all the shopping, get back into the car, back home, and everything unpacked all while keeping everyone safe and still getting the food we needed. It was exhausting.
Even as they got a little older, it still seemed like the every day took lots of planning.
A constant to-do list running through my head, trying to get everything done.
But my boys aren’t babies any more(go ahead, just try to call any of them babies). They are 8, 7, and 5. They are big boys.
Yet, I’ve been so used to doing it all that I forgot that I don’t have to any more.
But I was still trying. Partly out of convenience and trying to get things done faster(it’s faster if I just do it all, right?). But also because I wasn’t realizing just how much I can let go of.
My five year old has informed me that he can dress himself(except for those darn soccer socks). He doesn’t need me pulling things up and on and buttoning.
My first grader completed his 50 math problem homework sheet all by himself during the five minutes I was talking with someone at the door. And got all but one right. He doesn’t need me sitting right beside him the whole time.
Probably the worst of my treating my kids like babies was still tying my third grader’s shoes. Out of irritation during a rushed morning, I asked him if he couldn’t do it by himself. And what do you know? He actually can.
It’s hard to transition from the mom of littles, who needs to do it all, to the mom of bigs, who can do so much on their own. But I’m trying.
And if it turns out they can’t do something on their own, it’s okay, I can step in. But I need to at least let them try.
And if it doesn’t get done the way that I would do it? So what? At least it’s one less thing that I have to do.