My ritual on most weekday mornings is to get up around 4:15am and have a cup of coffee before heading to the gym (which just got acquired by LA Fitness...ugh...what a HUGE buzzkill) at 5am. My goal is to get there as early as possible so that I can get a great workout in and stretch a bit aftwards, and more importantly, get home in time to walk Sloane onto the school bus at 7:15am. When I get home, Sloane and Hunter are both usually up and eating breakfast in the kitchen. Sloane finishes first, brushes her teeth and hair, puts her shoes on and then we wait for the bus. This morning, the bus was late for some reason. Since it's getting colder these days, we sat inside and waited and watched for the bus through the window. When the bus finally came, I walked Sloane out, gave her a big hug and kiss and watched her get on the bus.
As I turned and started walking back to the house, I saw Hunter standing in the front window. It was the first time I've seen him watching his big sister get on the bus. And I could tell by the look on his face that he wanted to ride on that bus, too...just like his sister.
I'm all about my kids looking up to one another. 100% for it.
But I'm having a hard time watching them grow up.
It's hard enough for me to deal with Sloane being old enough to ride the bus. But watching Hunter long to be doing the same thing...that just doesn't sit well with me.
HE WANTS TO GROW UP, BUT I DON'T WANT HIM TO.
Is that wrong of me?!