This summer we have done so much less, which has resulted in having the time to be spontaneous and having more family time.  I am not going to lie, all this together time has had it’s moments of drama and there was one point where I couldn’t stand the bickering and couldn’t wait for them to be back in school.  I have NEVER said that before, I always dread the first day of school because I miss them terribly.
That feeling passed quickly and now I am back to dreading next week when 2 of my boys hop on the bus and are gone for the day, and the week following, my other two will be gone.
I will miss the noise they fill the house with, maybe not the bickering so much but just their presence.  I really do feel so grateful for the time in the car to chat, or the times sitting quietly and one of the kids comes and snuggles up and we don’t even have to talk.  Even the times I feel like I’m fighting the bed sheets, only to turn over and see that one of my big guys has snuck into our bed.
The kids are growing up fast, my time with them is limited and I sit here so incredibly proud of the people they are becoming.  They each see the world in their own way, often times so differently then my view point.
This is the beginning;  the time where they start to break away.  I am trying hard to find the balance between holding them close and letting them do their own thing – where I can forsee when they will soar and when they will crash and burn.  I can’t always catch them when they fall, only be here to love them unconditionally.  It’s a tough place to be, they are babies no more.