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Getting Older

It's trite. "Time Flies." "They grow up so fast." "It seems like just yesterday." All of them. Trite. We need a new phrase that holds the magnitude of what these statements mean.

Today our oldest started middle school, our middle 4th grade and our youngest 2nd. I have been trying to find the words to describe what I am feeling.

I told a friend today that I started having kids at age 12 ... I meant that I felt too young to have a "tween." It was the wrong description. I know because of the blank stare.

How about:

• I cried today because I realized I embarrassed my child, by just being seen with her
• I thought by sharing the memories of my first day of 6th grade would be a bonding experience with my child. It wasn't; she didn't relate to my story about my new "Jessica McClintock" jumper that I wore on my first day of school.
• I sang along to one of their favorite songs on the ipod, they stopped singing.

It's OK. I know I did it to my Mom, too. I guess I should see it as a right of passage. They still said prayers with us tonight. They still kissed us goodnight. They still told us they loved us.

Oh, If Only I Could Freeze Time.... I know.... trite.

Change is hard

Change is hard. I know, I know, without change there is no progress, without change, there is no improvement, without change, nothing changes. But the bottom line is Change is Hard.

I trust honest, transparent people. I don't trust people that say they embrace change and that change doesn't scare them. I don't believe those people. I don't trust those people.

Change happens. I get it. I am living it. I am moving along with it. Still hard,but necessary.

I am stronger today than I was yesterday. I am a better person, too. Its because of, you guessed it, change.