We have an epidemic of growing up going on over here.
Some of that is reason to rejoice, like the end of another school year ushering in summer break.
But some of it I feel the need to grieve over a bit, like how two of my daughters have long since passed the age of 9 and 9 is a big deal to me. Bigger than 10. Bigger than 11.
Nine is the halfway point to their 18th birthday and halfway through the time I’ll have with them at home.
When my girls turned 9, I found myself clinging even more to family time so I could treasure it and enjoy it while it’s here. Of course, they wanted more friend time because they’re growing up.
Then there’s my two-year-old son, who has always called his big sister, “Tat Tat” instead of Catherine. It’s just the cutest thing.
“Tat Tat go…
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