It’s
amazing how time plays tricks on you. How the days are long but the years are
short. Isn’t that the truth? For most parents anyways. Lately the days have
been quite short as well. I’m not entirely sure how we’re already a week away
from the new school year. The summer breezily floated by without a care in the
world. Clearly not asking my permission of course.
Somewhere
in the middle of all the swim meets, tennis lessons, weddings, and family
reunions, my baby turned one.
And while
that precious milestone was celebrated thoroughly – as it should have been – it’s
no less bittersweet. My baby is no longer a baby.
I can’t
even count the number of times the Mr has had to tell me, she’s not a baby
anymore. But oh contraire, my love, she will always be my baby. THEY will
always be my babies.
For the
first time, I haven’t been in a rush to switch her to the big girl car seat. She’s
still happily toted along in the baby carrier. At 14 months.
I still
rock her to sleep each and every night. Even though she’ll go to sleep just
fine when I lay her down. (After chatting with herself for a good 10 minutes of
course).
I got out
the 18 month clothes for fall this past weekend, and some how they just looked
so… big.
For the
first time I’m pretty emotional about leaving the baby stage and entering the
toddler stage. While I’m excited for the new things to come and all the
adventures that await our sweet little family, I can’t help but already be a
little nostalgic for that darling girl who surprised me (TWO weeks early no
less) on my birthday.
“What we
call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from.” – T.S. Eliot
To new
beginnings.
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