In some ways I was dreading the start of the new school year. I imagined myself needing to rise well before the crack of dawn to make sure all four of my daughters were dressed, fed and ready to go. Then something amazing happened. Some of my daughters have decided they can get themselves ready.
Tortilla was my first "Miss Independent." She is usually the first one to race to the potty in the morning and by the time the others have done their business she is dressed. All I have to do is comb her hair. Roo is on board with getting herself ready, too. Cakes has always been a mommy's girl and prefers that I dress her. I truly think it's because she wants my undivided attention for those few minutes. Sue Sue savors every last millisecond of sleep. She is definitely not a morning person. I consider myself lucky if I can manage to rouse her without making her grumpy.
I've really had to remind myself that I need to step back and let my daughters do as much for themselves as possible. It's part of growing up, both on their end and mine. I'll admit, sometimes it is painstakingly slow. Some mornings I want to reach over and help them put their arms in their coats and zip it myself. But, instead, I let them take the time they need... it's better to be an innocent bystander than to be told four times over "Mom, I can do it myself."
20 hours ago