My baby is growing (32 pounds of curiousity). Our littlest. A sweet rambunctious
wee thing that years before I never had thought would be part of our
lives, seeing that I planned on only having one child for so long. But my heart
grew as my family grew and more was never out of the question. And this past
weekend? More fun and potty training……
I think as our kids grow we revert to that quintessential human
trait of resisting change. Of course we rejoice over milestones while we clap
and cheer for first steps, first words and good choices. Yet laying there,
sometimes dormant and underneath the face shrouded in pride for our littles’
achievements, is this pang that reverberates through a mother’s body with each
stride towards their own life and adulthood, a mother’s growing pains.
This stage, almost three, is a tough one. It’s a beautiful one. It’s
a trying stage and an exciting age. They days are long, and most nights my
eyelids are heavy long before I fall into bed, and yet while I’m excited for
her to continue to grow in her skills and independence, there’s also a
long road ahead full of the unknown which makes it easy to want to cocoon into her
early years and stay there wrapped up tight. I want my kids to develop and
flourish, although I’m confident and comfortable in this stage and sometimes
wish I could pause right where we are.
For now though, I’ll just settle for enjoying it, the long days
and short nights. And while I’m at it, I’ll go back to the school
of Parenthood, where life lessons involve loving and learning to let go, in so many ways.
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