People always tell me that raising children goes get easier. I realized today that we're at a point where I can honestly say it is a bit easier.
We went to visit some family members who live about two hours away. This morning I told the girls to get up and get dressed and brush their teeth. They packed their own swimming bags with their suits, cover-ups and towels. They played while we got ready.
A few years ago we would have packed the night before to make sure we didn't forget anything. The list would have included twelve jars of food (3 per meal, per child x 2 meals), a change of clothes, ten diapers, diaper rash cream, wipes, toys, 10 bottles, snacks and a stroller. Of course, the girls couldn't help us with any of it.
In the morning we would have fed them, changed them, dressed them, and put them back in their cribs to play while we got ready. Then, before leaving the house, we would have fed them again, changed their diapers, and headed out the door. If we were lucky, this would have happened without us having the change either girls' clothing.
I look at old photos and remember that, at the moment the photo was taken, we thought the girls were so big. We marvelled at their ability to crawl, eat Cheerios with their own hands, and say simple words.
I never thought we'd be at a place where they would make it easy to get out the door. I kind of like the new independence they have developed. Of course, in a few more years they will be completely capable of doing most things for themselves. I wonder if I'll feel the same way then.