Top 10 Reasons I Don’t Miss Having Younger Children

Last week, my oldest turned 12.  I’m sure I’ll regret saying this, but I enjoy having a pre-teen … For the most part, anyway.  I could do without the sass and the smell, but having a middle schooler is liberating.  I don’t have to rush home to meet the school bus and I don’t have to take kids with me to run errands.  I don’t have to entertain the boys while I’m trying to write or cook dinner and I don’t have to tie their shoes for them.  I can even go to the gym in the morning while they sleep and know that they will figure out breakfast for themselves without burning the house down.  Life is good.


My “babies” aren’t babies anymore.

I, for one, am happy to have graduated from diapers, bottles and sleepless nights.  I’m even happy to be beyond the toddler years.  Frankly, I kinda wish we didn’t have two more years of elementary school to live through (read my post about why third grade stinks here).  Simply put, I like having older kids.  The conversations are better, the music is better and the games (sports) are better.  Plus, they are, for the most part, self-sufficient.  Everyone can shower and dress themselves.  Everyone can wipe their own bums and brush their own teeth.  Everyone can cut their own food and clean up after themselves … as much as boys clean up, that is.

I’ll admit, some days I miss my sweet, chubby-cheeked munchkins … Their impromptu snuggles, their infectious giggles, their adorable mispronunciations and their naive rationale.


Cute and innocent, c. 2009

But truth be told, most days I don’t miss the past.  Maybe it’s because I had colicky, reflux babies and those first years were rough.  Maybe it’s because I’m a Type A neatnick and everyone knows that babies, toddlers and school-aged children are messy and uncontrollable.  Or maybe it’s because my maternal side dried up with my ovaries when I went through menopause.  All I know is, for the most part, I do not miss the younger days.  Here are my top 10 reasons why:

  1. I don’t miss having my house overrun by toys.
  2. I don’t miss lugging around an oversized diaper bag and cumbersome stroller.
  3. I don’t miss listening to nursery rhymes, Music Together songs or Kidz Bop.
  4. I don’t miss watching Barney, The Wiggles and all the other ridiculous kids’ shows on The Disney Channel, Nickelodeon and Cartoon  Network.
  5. I don’t miss super heroes and cartoon characters on every shirt, pajama and backpack.
  6. I don’t miss wiping noses and bums.
  7. I don’t miss being relegated to the kiddie pool.
  8. I don’t miss eating in noisy, sticky, kid-friendly restaurants.
  9. I don’t miss carrying crayons, toy cars and lollipops in all my handbags.
  10. I don’t miss the teething, potty training and sleepless nights.

I realize life is simpler when kids are younger.  Bigger kids, bigger problems, as they say (not to mention more difficult homework).  Soon I’ll have to worry about drugs, alcohol, dating, college … but I’m not there yet, thankfully.  That is why I think the stage I’m in now — with boys who are not quite teenagers yet, but not little kids anymore either — is the sweet spot.  They still kiss me good night (air kisses count, right?), they still want my help (sometimes) and they still talk to me (as much as boys talk, that is).  So instead of longing for days gone, I am embracing tweenhood and keeping my fingers crossed that the journey into the teen and young adult years is drama-free.  Wish me luck!


Field Day of Dreams and the Dirty “C” Word

Field day.  Back in the late ’70s and early ’80s when I was in elementary school, field day was the biggest end-of-school-year event on the calendar.  The set up was a combination track and field meets color wars event.  It was fun, it was loud and it was competitive.  We were divided into teams and competed in events like the long jump, high jump and 40-yard dash.  We also ran potato sack races, three-legged races and played tug-of-war.  Individual and team points were awarded, scores were kept and winners were named.  I think we even received ribbons (although my memory is a little fuzzy on this part, so don’t hold me to it).


Fast forward twenty-something years to yesterday … field day at my third grader’s elementary school.  Kids were divided into equal color groups, not teams (this distinction was intentional).  There was no long jump, high jump or 40-yard dash.  No potato sack race, three-legged race or tug-of-war.  No points, scores or winners, and definitely no prize ribbons.  Field day at my son’s school is not a competitive event.


In our school, competition is considered the dirty “C” word.  No one says this aloud, but it’s true.  Nothing is about winning and losing.  Just participating.  Reading events, talent shows, Box Top collections … all just for the fun of it.  No motivation to finish first.  No challenge to do your best.  The school’s ideology fits right in with the “everybody gets a medal” mentality that is rampant on little league fields and soccer fields around the country.  I don’t usually agree with this ideology, in part because I’m competitive and in part because that’s not how it was when I was growing up.  Back in the day, we had winners and losers, and only the winners received awards.  Sure, the runners-up were sad, but they got over it — quickly — and life went on.  Competition was, and is, natural.  It’s healthy.  It’s motivating.  It’s part of life.  And before anyone sends me an email about how “winning at all costs” isn’t healthy or motivating, that’s not what I’m talking about.  Good sportsmanship trumps winning every time, but it doesn’t mean you don’t give 100%.

Back to field day … Despite my competitive nature and upbringing, you may be surprised to read that I am happy that field day at my son’s school isn’t competitive.  Why?  Because this event isn’t about who is faster or stronger or more talented.  It isn’t even about sports.  It’s about getting the kids — all kids, even the ones with disabilities — moving, laughing and playing together.  Something they should be doing ever day, but sadly many are not.  Field day is just a fun day, plain and simple.

To keep it light, the event has a theme and the games are silly, requiring a good attitude rather than good skills.  This year’s theme was Rock ‘n Roll, so each of the 12 stations was named after a song.  Some examples: Wipeout (ride a boogie board in a kiddie pool), I Wanna Rock (pick up marbles with toes), Welcome to the Jungle (race to collect stuffed animals before being tagged), Pour Some [Water] on Me (race to fill up bottle with water), Walk This Way (walk course with huge inflatable ring around belly), and so on.  Each time the song “I Love Rock and Roll” was played, it was time to change stations.  Throngs of blue, red, yellow and green clad kids from kindergarten through fifth grade ran from station to station, squealing with delight and singing along with the music.  Not one kid stood still.  Not one kid was left out.  Not one kid looked unhappy.  Despite the overcast skies and unseasonably chilly weather, UE’s field day really was a success … a dirty, wet, loud, joyful success.


And I bet everyone slept well last night, too.