I am sad I am aging. I miss having preteens around the house. But…
I no longer have to deal with the mommy wars. I no longer have to feel either vaguely guilty or aggressively defiant that I do not exclusively breastfeed my babies.
I don’t have to worry about the ecological impacts of whichever diapering method I choose.
I do not have to justify sending my seven year old down the street to the park for a few minutes while I catch up with him.
I do not have to justify letting my eleven year old go to the park all by himself.
I do not have to deal with Little League.
I do not have to deal with standardized testing of elementary school children, not to mention the Common Core. Were I dealing with young ones today, I would want to homeschool, except I don’t know that I would be very good at it.
I do not have to deal with early adolescent boys. Puberty sucks for pretty much everybody.
I like my sons. I think they have turned out to be pretty cool people. And I am glad I can just sit back and enjoy that.