Engelhardt: The dreaded search by preteen boys

It has been a while since I have written about my adventures in motherhood, so I thought this would be a good time for an update. Our boys have outgrown the days of cartoons and sippy cups, and we have entered the most eventful stage of “preteen.” The eye-rolling and exaggerated sighs when we ask them to do something pretty much fill our day, but I’m glad to know that I’m not the only parent enduring these side effects of preadolescent boys.

We are a close family. We are very involved in our children’s lives, and although they’re growing up much faster than we’d like, they will always be our babies. Please don’t judge me for what I’m about to write. Every parent has their own parenting style, and I respect everyone’s decisions. But this recent event in our house has got us asking ourselves, “where did our babies go?”