This weekend was a big shake up at our pad.  The kids decided on Sunday that they wanted their own rooms.  Well, not really kids–more like kid.  Zoë decided she was ready to move into her room.  Her room had been the playroom while her and Noah shared a bedroom.  So, we spent Sunday morning taking apart beds, separating toys and moving furniture around.  It was fun and I love Zoë’s room (I’ll post a pics later this week).  Zoë loves her room and it makes getting the kids to clean up and take ownership of their room a little easier.  This morning–neither complained about making their bed.

I was worried that they weren’t ready to have their own room–okay maybe I wasn’t ready for this next stage of growing up.  I know it sounds funny that they are growing up–they are only 5 and almost 4.  But they are growing and changing and developing their independence.  I know this means that someday they’ll need/want/crave/have their independence from me as well.  And while I accept that as a natural progress, it scare me because I love them so much and the unknown is hard.

Noah loves having his own room–he has slept in his bed all night the past two nights and goes to sleep on his own without us sitting with him.  He’s getting so big.

Zoë has done pretty good going to sleep–we still sit with her as she SLOWLY drifts off to sleep and she has stayed in her bed until about 3am.  I know she’ll adjust and be back to staying in her bed all night.

They are truly happy to have their own room and their own space.   A place that is theirs.  A place that they can be themselves and explore their things.  It’s pretty nice to see that develop.  I know it means they are growing up.  But it also shows me that we are doing our job of raising them to be independent.  Ah–what a double-edged sword that is.