I become quite melancholy regarding the passing of time. I can't help it. Seeing my kids sprout up before my very eyes tends to make me a bit sad instead of celebratory - "They're growing up too fast!!!" Cliche', but true. It's like the sand passing through the hourglass represents the limited amount of time I'll have them under my roof.
But occasionally a revelatory light shines forth from heaven and I rejoice at the glorious benefits that accompany growing up.
Last night, I told Ryan, "When you wake up in the morning, you need to hop right in the shower, first thing."
And lo and behold. He did it! Praise be.
Woke up on his own. Put his clothes in the hamper. Took a shower. Used soap (that's a milestone people). Dried off. Got dressed. ALL WITHOUT MY ASSISTANCE. Glory to God in the Highest.
He did leave his wet towel in the floor. But I still do that some days myself so I really can't complain.
So what can your kids do independently that's worth celebrating?
I too am loving the independence in the mornings, when I can just say, "You need to go get ready for school," and he gets dressed, shoes on, hair and teeth brushed...all on his own.
However, I have an "untraditional" first born. It's actually my youngest that does it all on his own. With my first born, it takes CONSTANT "come on get dressed...it's not time for playing...have you brushed your teeth?...you need to brush your teeth...stop talking to yourself in the mirror and BRUSH YOUR TEETH!...go get your shoes on" and on and on. Every. Day. So frustrating!