I know that girls can be dramatic. And, I know that in their teenage years, they can sport some serious attitudes. I didn't know that it would start at the early ages of four and five.
Clare has picked up some lovely behaviors, I am assuming at school. The eye roll, the back talk, and basically arguing with every direction given to her. These behaviors are exacerbated when she is tired. Take for instance, Friday night. Clare gets upset for some reason. She then starts saying, "No one in this family likes me." Maybe this is where I need some parenting work, but I find this behavior totally annoying. I just want to say, "buck up and get over it." I think this antic is all for attention, and I don't really believe that she thinks no one likes her. But, on Friday, I dug deep, and tried to lend a sympathetic ear.
In Clare's defense, she has done excellent at school. She is a "pleasure to have in class" according to her latest report card. Her teacher is always telling me how compassionate she is. I am so thankful that she is doing so well at school. I just think she must bottle up all of the nasty behavior for the benefit of those of us at home!
Then, we have Miss Sydney. Half of the sentences out of Sydney's mouth (and that is a lot) begin with the phrase "I am not going to (fill in the blank!)" "I am not going to sleep in my bed." "I am not going to wear that." "I am not having that for dinner." It is so negative and exhausting. We have been working on putting a positive spin on things, and she seems to be doing better.
Jane hasn't really succumbed to the teenage-like attitude yet. Her most trying behavior is the whining. Oh man, the girl can whine! This, too, gets worse when she is tired. She is typically a very kind, caring kid.
All this to say, they are sweet, wonderful little girls whom I wouldn't trade for the world. I feel very lucky to be raising them, and I am so glad that I get to stay home with them.
But little girls turn into teenage girls. Heaven help us.
Recently I have been struck by how fast this is all going. This raising children thing. I feel like if I blink my kids will be grown and gone.
I watched Clare, my oldest, walk into school yesterday for the second half of Kindergarten. She walked in confidently with a smile on her face like she owned the place, looking so grown up. She is a couple months away from being six years old. SIX YEARS OLD. Where did these past years go?
And then I look at these two, growing and changing into two independent, very different little girls. I was making a calendar for 2012 and on their birthday I had to write "Jane and Sydney are 5!" What?! How is that possible? I remember finding out I was having twins like it was yesterday.
Graham is changing daily. My baby. If it weren't for pictures and such, I wouldn't remember what he looked like two months ago, much less what he was doing. He will be running around here in no time, and crawling even before that. The next thing I know HE will be starting kindergarten (and then I will probably really lose it!!!)
And that's all of them. Not that I want more children. No, I have my hands full with the four that I have. Just some days I want it to slow down. Truth be told, there are days that I want everything to speed up and just get to bedtime, but when I look back at the big picture, those days seems to fade into the background. I want to remember Clare as a sweet little newborn baby, Jane and Sydney sleeping together in the same crib. But now those moments are just distant memories.
It's not that I want to start over. No, I wouldn't go back to the infant twin stage for anything. I just can't believe how fast this is going. This, the most important thing I will ever do, is flying by. Everyone tells us to savor every moment because it goes so fast. Man, they aren't lying.