I knew this day would come. When I would become a matter-of-fact, not anymore a big deal appearing on the horizon after a whole day with these strangers he happens to make friends with. I knew other people and trading cards will become more important then my magnificent presence.
I knew he will grow up.
It still broke my heart.
So, last weekend I shared "the tragedy" with my parents. Dad said something simple:
Invest your time in him, and you'll be important.
It took a bit of time to sink in, but I guess that's how grownup relationships work.
You invest time. One-on-one, up close and personal. The juice. The quality. Then, and only then, you can count on being an influence.
I can no longer get discounts for giving birth, breastfeeding and getting 40 minutes of sleep per/every night. My mere being isn't going to be rewarded with a "MAMAAA!!" anymore no matter how far I go into zen.
It's right about time to stop the self-importance crap, embrace the change and get humble.
I can try to teach my kids how to live, but in the end it's them who teach me what life is all about.