I'm watching teenagers outside jump on the trampoline in the rain with a bottle of Dawn soap and not a care in the world. It's comforting to see you enjoying what I would have at your age.
Oh to be 15 again and hanging with my best friend on the trampoline, eating all the ice cream in the world without repercussions, disappearing all day to a number of undisclosed locations.
I see you looking forward to everything in the future, like driving on your own and being able to live a little more independently. I get it. I was once in your shoes. Like all nostalgia, one tends to wax over the downfalls and just remember the good times, but a little piece of advice: Hold on to this time and realize how great it is. I know it's hard to really appreciate any stage of life, but this is going to go fast and just like that you'll be grown up and having to worry about taxes and at least pretend to care about politics.
I'm not saying that being an adult is terrible. There's just so much more to think about and thinking is exhausting. That's probably why most adults are tired and slightly outraged when people can't figure out a four-way stop. Just go for the love of all that is good and decent!!! Adults have too much on their minds, too many places to be and not enough playing outside in the rain.
As I watch the pure joy you have, I think to myself, this is the stuff. This is the making of a great childhood and the circle of life and I want to run to you and hold you in the air like Simba from The Lion King. I'm thinking...I'm so glad I get to watch things come full circle and live this again through you. I'm also thinking...I'm gonna take a picture because I may get around to making photobooks this year, but probably not. (Just one of the many adult thoughts with a hint of mom guilt.)
I bring my train of thought back on track and to this moment because like I said before, time is moving fast.
These are the moments I will cherish. You being a kid and being happy. Yes, teenager, you are still a child and if I'm being honest, I love it. I want some of your childhood to last forever. I may dislike the occasional mood swings or the fact that you make lots of messes or that you steal my underwear but.....
I will never wish away bubbles on the trampoline, two-day campouts outside or ordering take out.
I will never be sad that you and your friends ate all the snacks and I could hear you giggling late at night with flashlights and fairy lights.
I will never be sad to see your shoes by the door or your toothbrush by the sink....I have no idea which one is yours because I think we have 15 out right now.
I will never be sad hiding you under the covers so you could stay up a little later watching TV with me while the other younger kids come in to say goodnight.
When I look back, I will remember that we both had it good and the pure joy on your face. Oh to be 15....
Jen Reekie was born and raised in Quincy and received a communications degree at the University of Kansas, which has come in quite handy as she communicates every day with four children who don't hear a word she says. This stay-at-home mom enjoys the challenge, though, and shares her experiences in this blog, "Mum's the Word." She welcomes your feedback, questions and stories about staying sane while raising kids.