- They can play on their own.
- They can get a glass of water on their own.
- They can get dressed on their own.
- They can turn on Netflix on their own.
- When they are starving and approaching death because they haven't eaten in three whole hours they have even been known to spread some peanut butter on a slice of bread and call it lunch and they do this on their own!
I'm also thinking back to a time when they were maybe a year and a half and I was so sick. I was on FaceTime with my parents and literally just collapsed onto the floor off camera. I remember my parents trying to cajole two 18 month old kids into checking on me to make sure I was breathing. (Just FYI, 18 month old kids don't know how to point an iPad camera on a sick parent who is lying on a floor.) I could hear them talking to me but couldn't muster up the strength to stand or respond. Lord knows how the kids survived being home with me that week. Back then I probably had to just fill a trough with juice, leave out the Costco size box of goldfish crackers, and let Thomas the (Annoying) Train DVD run on repeat for 48 hours straight.
I don't miss those days.
My friend just gave birth to twins. I don't envy her. Those are some rough years ahead of her. I love watching my kids grow to be independent...ish. In a decade or so, when they finally leave the nest, I'm sure I'll long for the days of yore, but right now I'm thrilled that I can get sick and actually rest for an hour without worrying about diapers, bottles or a head getting stuck in the banister. (Well, I can't be too sure about that last one.)