I (apparently) am having some sort of parenting 'mid-life' crisis. All of a sudden my children are aging and I am just not sure where the time has gone or who the heck these people are or if I know how to be a parent to them.
I have always felt quite qualified to be the parent. As infants I loved holding, rocking, and cuddling them and knew their basic needs, etc... Then as they grew I was okay with toddlers and preschoolers ... I taught preschool for nine years at an accredited licensed child care facility (sounds impressive, huh?), their needs seemed quite basic and I love to play so this was all good.
Now all of a sudden I keep seeing these pictures of my older children and think "Oh my, where are my little children?" Then all these crazy thoughts scamper through my head ... do I know how to help these gals become upstanding community members? What qualifies me to parent these gals? And I feel myself running scared.
I guess the good news is that they are wonderful children, so maybe I am doing something right (see how I took complete credit for this, when actually Dan is also a great parent). I also am parenting from my heart and my head ... I do listen to instinct but also am an information hound and look for opinions on everything (does not mean I like them or agree with them, but I do listen).
So go ahead and send along our parenting opinions for teens and preteens, I will listen and love to read about what works and doesn't for others. Then I will continue to go along and do the very best that I can. Oh and maybe stop taking pictures of them so that I can just live in my delusional world of little children!