The thing about Tanner turning ten marks not only that I'm in the tween years (almost) with him, but also marks my anniversary of staying home and tending our babies for 10 years. What can I say about these tender years?- that yes, they have been hard with crying babies, and tireless with sleep deprivation (for Ryan in residency and me with the babies), that potty training is not my favorite, that truthfully church with toddlers is not fun... but also that weaning Charlotte this month has made me cry. That I feel sad that I won't buy size 1 diapers. And that when I used the last of the baby Dreft Laundry soap I felt a bit of a longing for more. It's perplexing, us mothers can be, sometimes rushing to reach the next stage, and yet longing for the last.
I miss my Tanner baby. I found some video of him at 3 years singing to Ryan and I, and we both cried.
Tanner is my lego loving, creature acting, sometimes antagonizing, almost always the reason why the little kids laugh. He knows I feel bad if no one eats my dinners, and always tells me he likes my meals. I was having bouts of migraines that caused him to pray for me- and I heard his faithful prayers and my heart knew that he is far better than his Dad and I can teach him to be.
He's a stellar big brother- that knows he has to set the best example. In between his goofiness, that vein of goodness runs through him. He'll pull in neighbor trash cans, help the random kid at the park, and notices the bullies and it always bothers him. I think the few 8 or 9 years we have left with him at home will only continue to prove to Ryan and I that it does go fast and that we need to love them up, through the hard stages and all.
Tanner wanted an electric Razor Go-Cart. We told him it was too expensive and too dangerous.
He zipped everywhere until he crashed it into the curb and bent the frame. Such a bummer. Ryan banged it back, but he did shed quiet tears.
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