So like most folk with kids, for the past 17 years Christmas morning has been a massive ball of anticipation, excitement and joy (and occasionally disappointment). Three little boys and a little girl meant there were cars, tractors, Legos, dinosaurs etc usually strewn across the lounge-room floor in between metres of discarded wrapping paper.
Well this morning was a little different – all the kids are now teens. It’s 9.41 and only one child is awake and the others appear to have no intention of waking anytime soon.
I have to admit I’m feeling a bit disappointed. It’s not that I’m a morning person – I’m definitely not a morning person. It’s just that I now realise that I’m at the beginning of another stage of parenting. Less spontaneous laughter and screaming, not so much chaos. But a parent of emerging adults.
So this morning, as I wait, I’m enjoying Annie Lennox’s singing, black tea, shortbread cookies and a spot of embroidery (my new “hobby”). It will take time to get used to this new life, just as it took time to get used to the craziness of having little people everywhere.
* Hobby is in “” because I’m not 100% sure it will be an actual hobby yet.