Everything is getting ready to change...

I know it's been ages since I've posted any blogs on here. I don't know if it's because Facebook has kind of taken the place of blogging, or if I am respecting the privacy of The Gs as they get older, or if I'm just lazy. Maybe all 3. Ha!

But today as we are sitting at Grandma and Grandpa Fairlie's house it hit me, this may be the last time I bring all of my children with me to Thanksgiving. As G1 is getting closer to graduating in May, and subsequently turning 18 in July, I've been trying to soak in all the things. All the fun moments, some of the not so fun moments too because one day I'll miss them as well. I haven't shed any tears, not even on football senior night. Even today as I think about how next year I'm not sure if he will still be living in our home, or want to ride with us for Thanksgiving, I'm not sad. 

I am very proud of the young man that he is. He has grown up a lot in the past year. He has gone through lots of different things, good and not so good. He has matured right before my eyes. Every once in a while he still needs me. But for the most part he can handle things on his own. 

This is what I've been training him for since he was born. I have no doubt that he will be okay when he does decide to move out. I'm not in a hurry for it to happen, but I'm not worried about it either. Well, I will always worry but that's a whole different worry...

I get told constantly that we have great kids. While I agree, I have no clue how it happened! We aren't very strict (I'm not anyway) and we don't have much in way of rules. But some how we've done something right. A few days ago I was talking to the girls about how they are good kids despite my best efforts and G3 made a comment about me being strict when they were little and it mattered. 

That conversation got me thinking. I was harder on The Gs when they were littler than I am now. I think I was trying to prove to people that even though I was young I still was capable of being a "good" mom.  

I always thought that getting to this stage of life would be really hard on me. My children are my everything. However, I am excited for all the times ahead of us. I look forward to what having adult children will be like. I still miss things about them being little, but I am choosing to love the stages that we are in.