I walked into the kitchen just now to pour myself a diet soda. Shawna was banging Tupperware around pretending to make dinner and Lex was sitting at the bar, chin resting on her palms, looking contemplatively up at the ceiling.
As I bent and pulled out the freezer drawer on our cool (but frustratingly inconvenient for frequent midnight ice cream runs) freezer, Lex said, "When am I going to be a Mom?"
"WHAT?!?!" I yelped, popping upright.
"I wanna have a baby," she said.
My stomach jumped up and wrapped itself around my windpipe. I tried to protest, but all that came out was a strange squeak. Shawna just chuckled.
I calmed myself down enough to ask why she wanted to have a baby.
"I dunno," she said, "it just sounds fun."
"Talk to your mother about that," I told her as I walked out of the room.
She scares me to death. She's working on addition and subtraction timed tests and on spelling four syllable words, but she's thinking about the future--the DISTANT future (I hope).
How do you stop it? Can you slow it down? I can't keep up with it all. It seems that just when I start to really enjoy a particular period in the kids' life, they move on to another phase.
It makes me want to cry. It feels like tomorrow already.