I’m convinced these early years with my kids are some of the best I’ll ever have.
Our days are relatively mellow. And happy.
They’re little personalities have not been scarred by heartbreak or loss.
They are easily entertained with markers and new coloring books.
They do not stay out late, they do not go to parties, they do not date, and they do not drive.
They are in bed by 9pm every night, they delight in all of life’s simple things, I am one of their favorite people in the whole world (a privilege for sure), and they are safe.
I hate knowing how quickly it can all change. In just one minute, one bad friend, one wrong turn, one bad choice, one irresponsible adult…all our happy work can come undone.
Why can’t I keep them safe in bubbles forever?
Just Look how much fun they’d have!