Where Do the Years Go?

My kids start school tomorrow.  My daughter is 14 and starting her freshman year in high school.  My son is 12 and starting seventh grade.  How the hell did that happen?  I can remember like it was yesterday when they were little.  Things are alot easier when they are little.  Four to eight were my favorite ages for both of them.  All they want to do at that age is please you and love you.  Not too much talking back.  Alot of learning in school.  They were proud of so many different accomplishments.  The older they get, the bigger the issues.  School is harder, they have more demands on them.  Other kids are more involved in their lives.  Everything is drama and critical to there continued existance.  I mean, I remember so well being that age.  My first day at that all girls Catholic school…I only knew three people.  The school wasn’t too big, but big enough to feel alone.  I guess at first glance I can kind of look stuck up til you get to know me, so it was a bit hard to make friends at first.  My daughter inherited that from me, lucky her.  Things are different now though.  I think parents are much more involved in their kids lives than they used to be.  At least that’s how it is in my family.