Small Rumination on Family

I don't like mixing too much family in teh oh so sexay blog here, but as they are exactly everything to me, with teh sexay and even teh work being an aside, sometimes it all spills over here.

The oldest is sixteen today. Sixteen! How did that happen?

The husband I were talking earlier today (even earlier than 6AM, yes, that's how our house runs, 24/7) about how different our kids are from who we were at that age.

I was already "out" at 16. I didn't leave until the week after I turned 18, but I'd well checked out. The husband says he was pretty much out as well, using home to sleep and eat and wheedle his mother into laundry and not much else.

My kids seem to *like* us. Nobody's in a rush to go anywhere. They have friends but don't spend the giant chunks of time with them that I or the husband did at that age. They are as likely to text me something goofy or interesting as they are the kid they sit next to in math class. I text back. We laugh a lot.

The big birthday plans are, picked by the birthday boy, a family dinner at the local diner.

I'm a good mom. I'll push these kids out of the nest with both hands if I have to,when the time is right, but in the meantime....nesting rules.

[fluffs mama bird feathers]