So, last week, Emma turned 13. She's officially a teen. I feel like we got a grace period with Jackson and he didn't really start being a true teen until 14.
I was putting his childhood items away yesterday and having waves of saddness assail me. No one warns you about how damn sad it is to put away your kid's special stuffies and blankets and trucks and things they loved and couldn't go without.
Last summer, Jack all of a sudden took his "Beary and Monkey monk" from the corner of his bed and chucked them on the floor. He told me he was done with them and I nearly cried right there in front of him. And the dumb thing is, I WANT him to grow up and be a man and do all the things he is going to do. But, my goodness do I miss that little, sweet blond headed, grubby boy! The little boy who was never happier then when he was building something out of tape, or cardboard and popcicle sticks. Or the boy who would snuggle up to me ALL the time because that's how he felt safe.
Oof. I think I've cried more about him growing up than I ever did when we were dealing with some of the really hard stuff when he was young.
I think back on it now and I am astonished by how faithful God has been in so many situations regarding Jack.
When we were really struggling with his constant nighttime accidents, I had no idea what was happening or what to do to help him. I remember laying in my bed one Sunday morning, very early, awake because he had woken me up for the 3rd time in one night, completely soaked. I got on my phone and started looking at Facebook for bed wetting groups. When he got up, he was sitting by me on the couch, really down because of course he hated what was happening and had no control over it at all.
I pulled the group up and showed it to him. There were like 1200 people in the group and I told him, Jack look at all these people who are dealing with the same thing. You aren't alone and it's not unusual and we will find help for you. I don't think I will ever forget the look he gave me when I said that. Hope, trust, relief.
Because of that group I found a program called Therapee and though it took a while, it worked! He went from completely flooding his bed sometimes multiple times a night, to small little spots, to days between wettings, to weeks and then months. He had a few relapses when he was under stress, but never as bad as it was before we did the program.
Something that I did right. Thank God!
There are many more that I will write about at some point. I want to remember the stories and the times because I am on uncertain footing now with him. He's 15 and growing more and more away from me, AS HE SHOULD, but ouch it feels awful. And I miss my little boy. I never expected the grief I feel about him growing up.
Emma Joy is so different in every way and has never needed me the same way that Jack does. I would say in fact, that she has gotten closer to me in the last handful of years, because she decided she needed me when she started going through puberty.
She has always been so much more independant and capable than the other two, I find myself wanting to be careful that she knows that she doesn't always have to have everything together. She's allowed to need help and to ask questions and not know! She was really upset a few weeks ago when she was doing gel on her nails and she messed it up. I came in and helped her fix them, and she cried because she didn't know how to do it the right way. I was like, girl! It's OK for you not to know and need to ask! That's what I'm for!
She's truly such a cool kid. I like her more and more as she gets older. Her sense of humor is great and her perspectives are interesting and fun. I am really thankful that my kids are turning into people I want to hang out with. On purpose. Because I want to, not because I have too.
I have so much more to say, but I don't want to keep typing but here are some spring time pictures of my family.