How did this happen?
My baby is no longer a baby. Sure, he is little. We still talk about his age in months, not years. And he still falls asleep snuggled in my arms. But each day he becomes more and more of a little boy.
This is a bittersweet transition. I love his burgeoning independence. I love his fun, sweet, caring personality. I love watching him explore, test and challenge. Each day he surprises us with a new word or phrase. And, at the same time, I miss my little baby. Yesterday, my husband noted that he even looks less like a baby, and more like a little boy. Suddenly.
I miss sitting in bed with him positioned on my lap, so I could hold his tiny hands, or try to coax a smile. I miss when he was tiny and helpless and had to be swaddled snuggle in his bassinet.
Motherhood, or parenthood, is such a unique experience. You can feel so proud of your child as they surpass milestones and learn new skills, while longing for the tiny baby they once were.
When little man was first born, I remember imagining how great it would be when he started crawling, talking and walking. Looking back I think I spent too much time thinking about the future, when I should have been enjoying every second in the present.
And that is the most powerful lesson I have learned in the past year and a half. It’s so important to live in the moment, and to be present with our children. Time passes so quickly, and you can’t recover lost time and memories. Moving forward I hope to keep that thought in the forefront of my mind as I enjoy every second of life with our sweet boy.