Friday, April 21, 2006

Wiping Crayon off Walls

We had a guy come today to paint up the stairs and in the hallways upstairs. This is the one area of the house that has not been touched in the nearly 6 years that we have lived here. When we moved in, Ryan was a newborn and the triplets were barely 3. One of their favorite things to do was color on the walls (that, and cut each other's hair!) So, this morning, I got out my Magic Eraser and started to erase the crayon marks. I think my favorite was when Jaden drew a picture on the wall along with his name. When I got angry about it, he kept insisting he didn't do it. When I asked him why his name was on it then, he just got a little mischievous grin and started laughing...he knew he was caught.

You know I've never really been one to live in the moment. When I was in 3rd grade, I was nervous about getting lost in Junior High. When I started 7th grade, I was worried about having to pass swim class in order to graduate from high school. You get the drift. That's why in the middle of cleaning the crayon, it dawned on me that I have FOUR months left until ALL of my kids are in school ALL day long. In fact, school starts August 28, 2006. This will be nearly 9 years to the day that I became a mom. Nine years seems like a long time to be knee deep in diapers and crayon marks. But, I'm feeling like it's not enough!! Oh, how I used to hate when people would tell me, "It goes by soooo fast!" But, it does. And, in my like-to-fret-about-things-before-they-happen-kind-of-way, I am sad.

I know I have posted in the past about how glad I am to be out of the baby stage and how I'm OK with the fact that those days of preschoolers are dwindling. I know! I know! BUt, there's something about seeing the art work of a three year old and then seeing the emerging cursive of almost nine year olds that makes me miss having wee ones. But, fortunately, I took good pictures and I have good memories. Not even a Magic Eraser can take those away!

1 comment:

Maxine said...

Oh, Nikki, It's so poignant to remember little children as you have to get rid of the wall-art.
The year son Rob was a senior I cried everytime we went to Burger King for Sat lunch, knowing that as a family it was coming to a close. Little did I know we'd have 2 more years of BK! But I get your drift, and thank you for sharing. It brings back some fine memories. Love you, Maki