I had a tough afternoon with the boys. Mr.1 was generally whiny which is unlike him, and Mr.4 was being overly silly and difficult, to the point where he simply wasn’t listening, and started laughing when I reprimanded him. If there is one thing I won’t tolerate with my boys is disrespect – and although yes he is only 4, he needs to learn early that it’s unacceptable.
So let’s just say it was an afternoon of time outs and tears, and not particularly positive parenting on my behalf. Not a good way to end what was actually a lovely week.
Later on, as I was getting Mr.4 out of the bath, he stood on his step looking at himself in the mirror, with me in front of him. I looked at myself in the reflection, with Mr.4 behind me (pulling faces).
For some reason, as I briefly stared back at myself in the mirror, I suddenly saw myself as a teenager (clearly I don’t look like a teenager, rather, it was a feeling).
In that brief moment, it felt like my own childhood was only just yesterday, instead of being years ago. And as I looked down at Mr.4 beside me, I couldn’t quite believe that it was me who was now a parent. Trying to teach my children right from wrong – teach them things full-stop – and bring them up the best I can.
Of course I know I am a parent, and wife to boot…with a mortgage and bills to pay.
But occasionally, I still can’t quite believe it.
Wasn’t I just a kid, like my own 4-year old, only a short while ago? Sometimes it certainly feels that way.
Time does truly fly.
I wonder if anyone else occasionally feels that way – or is it just me?