Raise your hand if…you hate too much change. I do. I’m not fond of change. I know it’s supposed to happen, I know it means growth and moving forward, but, honestly, I like being in my rut.
On the wall at the bottom of our stairs hang four photos, one of each child. I change them yearly throughout their school years to keep up with the “formal” photos. Well, I just finished changing child #4, the baby, the youngest, my little sweetie, the one who’s face was so small at birth that we gave her a “big” middle name (Victoria), the one who I keep seeing as 8 years old in my mind.
I know I should be happy that she’s growing into a young woman, that she’s a high school senior now, that she’s beginning to plan for after high school….but….come on! I can’t do it yet, I just can’t.
What’s a mother to do?