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Oct 21, 2016 7:25:56 GMT -5
Post by kleigh926 on Oct 21, 2016 7:25:56 GMT -5
My confession is that I'm still waiting to feel confident in the fact that I am a mother raising my own kids. Half the time I feel like I am just winging it and don't really know what I'm doing. And it takes me a little off guard to realize that they're getting to the age where their experiences will really start to shape their memories of their childhood, because sometimes I still feel like I am only a few years beyond my own childhood. And then it hits me that my "childhood" was actually like 15+ years ago and even though it sounds so cliche, it's crazy how fast time goes. What feels to me like we are just going through our daily, weekly, and monthly routines is going to be what my kids remember about growing up.
On a somewhat related note, this week I changed two very minor things about the setup of my kitchen which incidentally makes it more like my mom's kitchen. And just those little things made me feel very sentimental and more at home, which is probably what sparked all these feelings and wondering if my kids will have the same warm fuzzy emotions about growing up that I do. I guess it comes down to.... I'm nearing 30 and still kinda can't believe I am well into adulthood and motherhood.
On a somewhat related note, this week I changed two very minor things about the setup of my kitchen which incidentally makes it more like my mom's kitchen. And just those little things made me feel very sentimental and more at home, which is probably what sparked all these feelings and wondering if my kids will have the same warm fuzzy emotions about growing up that I do. I guess it comes down to.... I'm nearing 30 and still kinda can't believe I am well into adulthood and motherhood.