Confession time… I’m scared to have teenage kids. I feel like I finally got the little kid thing down… fruit snacks, potty training, bubbles, chapter books, nightime routines… you know, all the things. But teenage kids are a whole different story. They think and have opinions. They stay out later than I can. They form ideas and plans of their own. I find myself losing control before I’m ready. Perhaps the issue isn’t them, but me. I’m not ready to give up those things that feel like home to me. The little smiles and mis-spoken comments that were the highlight of my day. I know there will be new highlights and things I love, but for now I’m mourning my little ones.
Then a cute family like this gives me a spark of hope. All older but still kids. Happy, fun, joking and getting along.
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