It comes around every six months and still I am never ready for it.
I find it so hard to look at these faces and yet so compelling.
With hair done and make-up on it’s like a sudden glimpse into the future.
I’m transported forward eight or so years to a time when perhaps the make-up won’t just be for concerts. To a time when there won’t be any buzzy bee antennas to soften the blow of how quickly my girls are growing up.
Did you know they can read now? They can read, you know… books.
OK so they still need some help with words here and there but they can read.
That freaks me out just as much as it makes me smile.
There’s even been a recent shift in thinking… something clicks on every now and then and they can both actually think ahead, judge consequences, think about how others might feel and act accordingly. Sure there is still whining and tantrums, but there is also putting away of shoes without being asked, helping and loving on their brother despite the punches he throws.
It feels like there is some momentous change in the air… just lingering around, waiting to really settle. It feels fabulous and scary all at the same time.
Lucky for me, along with the scary ‘is this what you will be like when you are 14?’ faces they throw in quite a few of these faces to keep me sane and happy.