Are You Ready for Kids?

[Mermaid]

Boy, do I ever remember the "Night Test." I thought when my first-born actually slept through to 5:30 am that I had passed a huge hurtle!

Funny thing is you go through all of that stuff, agony and all, and then you turn around and your kids are nearly grown and ready to fly the coop, and you wonder where all the time went.

 

[kathydwells]

Boy, do I ever remember the "Night Test." I thought when my first-born actually slept through to 5:30 am that I had passed a huge hurtle!

Funny thing is you go through all of that stuff, agony and all, and then you turn around and your kids are nearly grown and ready to fly the coop, and you wonder where all the time went.

I am right there now Mermaid. My son will be 13 in May. I prayed for the day he would sleep through the night. Now it seems that is all he wants to do. Except for when he has one of his "loves" on the phone. Oh, how true that you turn around and they are nearly grown....for those of you who have little one's, cherish every moment you have with them, for it won't be long and they will be doing their own thing's and you won't be the center of their universe!!!!

 

[ShallowsNole]

I am right there now Mermaid. My son will be 13 in May. I prayed for the day he would sleep through the night. Now it seems that is all he wants to do. Except for when he has one of his "loves" on the phone. Oh, how true that you turn around and they are nearly grown....for those of you who have little one's, cherish every moment you have with them, for it won't be long and they will be doing their own thing's and you won't be the center of their universe!!!!

Never have truer words been spoken.
However, occasionally, when nobody else is looking, not even his dad, he will walk by and give me a peck on the cheek with an "I love you, Mom." Melts my heart every time, and he knows it.

 

[kathydwells]

Never have truer words been spoken.
However, occasionally, when nobody else is looking, not even his dad, he will walk by and give me a peck on the cheek with an "I love you, Mom." Melts my heart every time, and he knows it.

I cherish every hug, and kiss I get from him now. Sometimes I take him and drop him off at school. I never get that peck on the cheek there, because God forbid some of his friends might be looking. However, when he leaves in the mornings that he is riding the bus, I ALWAYS get one, because I demand it. You never know what might happen during the day. I am weird like that. I Love you, Mom are the best words you can hear from your child.

 

[Kimmifunn]

I cherish every hug, and kiss I get from him now. Sometimes I take him and drop him off at school. I never get that peck on the cheek there, because God forbid some of his friends might be looking. However, when he leaves in the mornings that he is riding the bus, I ALWAYS get one, because I demand it. You never know what might happen during the day. I am weird like that. I Love you, Mom are the best words you can hear from your child.

That's what my dad said...until I learned about credit cards...and started asking for money.

 

[OhioBeachBum]

I think the (thread) subject and list applies to grandkids as well - surprising how quickly one forgets about some of that stuff - than along come the grandkids to referesh the memory.

BTW - on the "public hugs" score - I'm lucky - I still usually get a hug from my son, 17 in a few weeks, when I drop him off at school, and at other "peer public" times - whether people are watching or not... I really like that kid - I wasn't nearly as well adjusted at that age ;-)

 

[Cil]

I don't think the worries and hassles ever end.

Our older kid, who graduated from college this past year, is now teaching English in France. He left his little Honda Prelude with us, and before we move, we need to sell it back to the mechanic it originally came from.
Yesterday, my husband opened up the trunk.
I would have preferred peanut butter smeared Legos to the miasma which greeted us: half empty bottle of vodka, filthy socks, half-eaten rotten microwave dinners, moldy old t-shirts. He basically used the trunk of his car as some kind of trash can. Barfarama.

I still love him though, and was glad when he called today.

 

[Mermaid]

I don't think the worries and hassles ever end.

Our older kid, who graduated from college this past year, is now teaching English in France. He left his little Honda Prelude with us, and before we move, we need to sell it back to the mechanic it originally came from.
Yesterday, my husband opened up the trunk.
I would have preferred peanut butter smeared Legos to the miasma which greeted us: half empty bottle of vodka, filthy socks, half-eaten rotten microwave dinners, moldy old t-shirts. He basically used the trunk of his car as some kind of trash can. Barfarama.

I still love him though, and was glad when he called today.

Cil, you're not doing too bad in the Barfarama department, really. At least it was his car he was trashing, not yours! I share my car with my teens. The older one is off to college but he's been home twice and used my car. Let's see, I found one petrified hot dog, minus the bun, one empty pack of Camels (not his, so why couldn't his friends find their own trash can????????), plastic knives and forks from fast food places and a few old fries to go with them, and socks. This is on one weekend! The list is more similar to yours when Alex was living at home and using my car at every available opportunity.

And we're not even going to go into why the seats are pushed back so low; that might be a bit too much information for his mama to take!

 

[Cil]

And we're not even going to go into why the seats are pushed back so low; that might be a bit too much information for his mama to take!

Ooooooh....better not go there. ;-)

 

[Kimmifunn]

I don't think the worries and hassles ever end.

Our older kid, who graduated from college this past year, is now teaching English in France. He left his little Honda Prelude with us, and before we move, we need to sell it back to the mechanic it originally came from.
Yesterday, my husband opened up the trunk.
I would have preferred peanut butter smeared Legos to the miasma which greeted us: half empty bottle of vodka, filthy socks, half-eaten rotten microwave dinners, moldy old t-shirts. He basically used the trunk of his car as some kind of trash can. Barfarama.

I still love him though, and was glad when he called today.

Sounds like my old car...which Parrothead74 inhereited :funn: