So this is what it's like to have big kids.
What it is like for them to live lives of their own. To experience things of their choosing without their parents. To get some independence.
Phoenix is on his way to help with the clean-up from the tornadoes in southern Indiana. I'm so proud of him. Instead of staying home and having fun with his friends, he chose to spend two full days of hard labor helping farmers clean up their fields.
Buttercup is at a friend's slumber party. And it was just decided that she would be going on spring break with a different friend's family. I'm so proud of the way she handles herself, with the way she chooses her friends. I don't have any concerns about the party or the trip.
Star is on his first Boy Scout camping trip. Without his older brother to show him the ropes. Without his dad keeping an eye on him. He was so excited to go. And I'm so excited for him. It is good for him to be out experiencing things without his siblings. He will finally get to gain some independence for himself.
Giant might as well be gone, he is so engrossed in the Saint Louis/Memphis game. I would not be surprised if this child is a cell-phone toting, money making, bling-wearing bookie before he is 16. The child lives for analyzing both basketball brackets and football pools. At this moment, the brackets of the entire family are spread out on the floor in front of him. He is circling and crossing out, laughing at those who chose unwisely, figuring out which family member still has the chance to win it all. I love how his brain works. Always thinking. Just praying that he uses that brain for good.
Even Hubby is gone, enjoying himself on his annual trip with his friends. And I'm glad. He rarely takes the time to do something for himself.
The little boys are sleeping, worn out from two days of non-stop mahem. With Hubby being gone, they have had to get up at 6:30 to get the big kids to school. We then have breakfast at a "fancy restaurant" according to Cuckoo. Can't say that I've ever called Bob Evans fancy, but who am I to say.
Errands, bible studies, packing, running big kids to practices and camps and parties, eating at our school's fish fry, and on and on and on. Yup, they are worn out. But they have had good attitudes about it the whole way through.
I'm happy to see how things are playing out. What great people my babies are becoming.
I always wondered what I would do with a few moments to myself.
Now I know.
I'll blog about them.