My oldest daughter is moving to Connecticut in a few months, my second oldest daughter is heading off to college this fall and my new son-in-law is going to be deployed most of next year. So this year, we really tried to cram as much Eastery-ness into our weekend. We dyed almost a hundred eggs, we decorated the dining room with all the pastel stuff that we could find, we cooked just about all of the recipes from the Easter section of The Pioneer Woman’s holiday cookbook and we made tie-dyed t-shirts. My hands are like super stained.
We are all trying so hard to spend as much quality time together as possible. It’s like we can feel the bubble that has encompassed us all cracking and we know that soon it will be gone and everyone will start spreading out. And it’s such a weird time in my parenting career. I am not sure what the right things to do are, I want to make sure I don’t miss things or push too hard or jump in front of any incoming Mistake Trains that are headed towards the girls. They are both young adults and deserve to experience all of the things they are meant to experience, I can’t save them all the time.
And while the first part of my parenting career is coming to an end, I have the younger two girls here with another 4 and 7 years left before they head off to college and some times I feel like I spent all of my good momming on the older two and now I’m on cruise control with the younger ones. Also, I don’t know if it was because I was so much younger, but I feel like I am much closer to the older two. I feel like they are more open with me and that we have more of a friendship than a child and parent relationship. With the little girls, I very much feel like a mom and I feel like I have to really try hard to get them to be open with me. I often think this is how most mothers feel all the time.