I’ve been robbed!
I’m under attack!
I’m taking on water!
My walls have been breached!
The world I carefully constructed for my babies has been destroyed.
My precious cherubs have moved outside my reach. They were in public without parental supervision (pause for dramatic effect).
Go ahead & roll your eyes, teenage parents. Tell me “welcome to the club”.
I do not want to be in your club. Your club is scary AF.
Yes they are equipped with cell phones.
Yes they are VERY aware of stranger danger (I’m a social worker for the love of all that is holy).
Yes I trust them-it’s the rest of this jacked-up world I struggle to trust with my most prized possessions.
(And yes they are mine!)
I grew these humans inside my body. Mother Nature said “hey lady, here are two humans. Keep them safe from everything & teach them how to be decent. Okay, cool? love ya, good luck!”
Okay, Mother Nature…WTAF?!?
Before motherhood, the world was all mine-wide open and ready for me to explore.
I knew the dangers.
I knew the costs.
And I ran and pushed the boundaries as long and far as I could without suffering too many consequences.
I stepped over the line and got my hand smacked a few times.
I said “why not” and later found out the answer.
I did things that would have made my mom clutch her pearls and gasp (hope she skipped this post).
I have a few good stories and scars to prove it. And yes-I lived to tell the tale.
Then Mother Nature gave me these babies…my world shrunk into a circle big enough for my huge pregnant body and I was the omnipotent ruler.
Everything I did directly impacted my girls.
(*side note these babies were after I lost two, so trauma and grief has a major role to play here.)
When they came into this world, my circle was forced open just enough…like when you park too close to car next to you and you hold your breath to squeeze out of your car-just enough.
I controlled what they ate. When they ate. What they wore. Where they went.
I even manipulated their first steps (can’t have one twin out do the other before the age of 1).
I was terrified to do the “wrong thing.”
I remember in the hospital someone told me, “they will never be as safe as they were inside of you.”
I cocked my head with complete panic and rage…seriously?!? You tell me this now!
This illustration is to show for 12.5 years we lived in the same world. Sure I traveled to different places from time to time. Whether it was work, out with my girlfriend or even a vacation with my husband (aka their father) I expanded my world to meet my needs from time to time. I preserved my sanity.
However, now is different.
These babies want to expand their world.
They have friends.
They have places they want to go without me.
They do not require me tucking them in to go to sleep.
They have inside jokes I don’t get.
And they even get embarrassed by my singing in the car.
I am not okay!!
These girls are growing up.
They are running far and pushing hard against boundaries at every turn.
They don’t subscribe to what society tells them to wear.
They don’t make themselves small and accept what is given to them – they take what they want and make things happen.
They ask questions and make up their own rules – sometimes even making the consequences worth it.
So I will be over grieving the knowledge that my babies are no longer babies. That is my right and that is okay.
I earned the right to miss the smell of their sweet heads, the sound of their precious laughter and their tight hugs gripping my soul. That is what no one told me.
About the light switch from babies to badasses.
Watching this instant shift and hearing the lessons I’ve preached roll off their tongues is exciting. It takes just a twinge of the sting away because I realize they are setting the boundaries in their new world and I’m just lucky enough to help.
So send me your sympathy or laugh and shake your head at me. Either way, I’m swimming in the deep end of my new world so allow me some grace while I figure out how to float.
I’m sure you can remember what this push and pull feels like and if not, let me be the first to warn you – You will be filled with terrifying pride.
It is a strange combination.
This is the part no one prepared me for. Watching these girls jump out of the world I created for them and building their own. I’m not okay…but I will be and so will they.