We have almost 16 year old twin boys and a 14 year old boy. I had almost every complication possible when I was pregnant with the twins. I wish the internet was then what it is now, I would’ve blogged everyday for the 16 weeks I was on full bed rest. When I was going through that, everyone said “don’t worry, this won’t last. Once the babies are born you’ll wish you could lay in bed. This is only temporary.” The babies were born and they ate and cried all the time. We were exhausted and we kept saying “it’s ok, it’s only temporary, we can make it through.” When the twins were 18 months old, baby #3 came along. Triple the diapers, triple the crying. But, not to worry, it’s only temporary. Soon they will be potty trained and be able to tell us when something is wrong. Then came following them around the park and worrying they will fall off the slide, then play dates, and helping with homework. Each stage brought it’s own challenges and we kept reassuring ourselves that each stage was only temporary, it will get better. Then we moved on to running from sport to sport and splitting the driving duties every night and weekend rushing each season so we could get to the week or two in-between seasons when we could relax at night and eat dinner as a family again. It’s ok, we can make it through 10pm hockey followed by 5 am ice time the next day, it’s only temporary, the season only lasts a few months. Now, the twins are ready to get their driving permits and the younger one is ready for high school. Where did these 16 years go? As we kept wishing away each stage of development waiting for it to get easier, we wished away their childhood. Soon they will all be out of the house and my husband and I will stare at each other over dinner with nothing to say. They all can’t wait to get real jobs and make money. Too bad they (and us) don’t realize they (and we) should enjoy every minute- childhood is only temporary.