Now I'm beginning to understand the depth of the phrase "our kids grew up together." It's not just a marker of time, or an era, or even of which kids know who.
It's more like a bonding experience. Having timeouts during a playdate. Giving their kid a timeout at my house. Apologizing for the screaming of my almost 3 year old, who is learning to deal with frustration. Giving one another advice on the parenting stage we're struggling with. Encouraging one another through the phases we remember, or recalling something I read in a book somewhere that might help. It's all a bit like being in the trenches together. We're combat buddies.
For our family and friends to see what we are up to in the far north, as missionaries in Alaska.
1 comment:
YES! And super terif to have friends w/kids slightly older who'd been parents longer to really get some good clues. That's why my kids learned to do their own laundry as soon as they were tall enough to reach the controls. They learned the rules of the road as we drove around town and I even let them put hands on gearshift as I pushed the clutch and did the real shifting. grannybug
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