Almost a decade ago, I shared my friend Sharon’s theory…
“Every adult has an age of child that they’re especially good with,” she said — and I still think about this all the time. My friend Gemma loves holding newborn babies, whereas I tend to feel a wave of depression remembering those tough early days. I adore a wacky three- or four-year-old with their magical thinking and almost correct words (Toby used to say “masimoto” instead of motorcycle), and Alex has told me that he’s especially enjoying the preteen/teenage years since you can have bigger conversations and watch movies you both like — and I don’t disagree! It has surprised me how much I love this age, as I witness the boys chatting with neighbors, doing pitch-perfect Bad Sisters accents, peppering our house with their socks, and slowly but surely growing into kind men. What an honor to raise them, my beating heart.
Here are a few photos of different ages:
I cut the boys’ hair myself, and they still look sweet as pie.
Anton had just told me, “Peonies are my favorite flower and also every type of flower.”
Toby was not allowed to get a pretzel from the pretzel truck. I wish I could go back in time and get him one!
The chilling look in his eyes, haha.
A perfect Sunday itinerary, no notes.
Ccheering me up when I had the flu.
What about you? Is there an ages you especially love? Or look forward to? I’m so curious to hear…
P.S. What surprised me about preteens, and what age gap do your kids have?
