I haven't talked a whole lot about the boys on this blog for a little while- somehow the birthday highlights got skipped over with all the studio stuff going on. My boys turned 8 and 10 this spring so my stint as a parent for 10 years now feels like a big deal. There's been such a shift between just providing the boys with their basic needs, lots of love, care and attention, to now a whole lot more relational navigation. Dealing with sibling fights, pushing boundaries, and challenging everything are all a daily struggle. I won't say that I find this fun. I want to like being around my kids and when I find them demanding and pushy it feels really hard. My patience is occasionally stretched to the brink and I find my voice rising along with my generally even-keel composure getting lost in the moment. Being a parent is not for the faint of heart. It's hard work to recognize that I need to learn and grow just as much as my kids do.
Speaking of growing- my boys are big. They just feel so tall. I think Johnny has lost all his baby teeth but one and he's already getting close to 100 lbs. It's really crazy how their childhood is just cruising along. Why is it that time seems to pick up speed when you have kids? Or is it just that you notice how quickly life passes you by when you see a child growing right in front of you?