At the library the other day it hit me, my kids are no longer little kids. This may not seem like groundbreaking information, but it has come as quite a shock.
At the Danville Library if you turn to the right, you go to the children’s section, to the left is the young adult section and the main part of the library. When we first started going to the library, it was all about going to the right. The three of us would sit at the little tables and I would read picture books to Dane while Dagny worked her way through the easy readers. Then it was Dane’s turn with the easy readers and Dagny went off exploring in the stacks. Dagny would often come back with a book and read it to Dane while I sat blissfully reading a book of my own. Dane eventually went on to bigger books of his own, and we went on like that for many years. Then a change started to occur.
Uh, mom? We don't fit in these chairs anymore
Dagny started making forays into the “other” side of the library. The kids section couldn’t contain her, she was looking for something more. She found what she wanted to the left, and rarely veered to the right again. This was all well and good until this week when I noticed we hadn’t been to the kid’s section for a while, Dane had followed Dagny to the left.
Watching them both head off in the same direction is when I realized that I no longer have little kids. I’m sure I should have seen this coming and prepared myself, but here I am, blind sided by the fact that I am now the mother of two “young adults”. The days of Dr. Seuss and The Berenstain Bears are long gone.