By Cassie
Aiden has been especially cuddly this morning. He wants to be held and cuddled and kissed. Quite frankly I don’t mind one little bit.
As he climbed up on my lap this morning something hit me. No longer can he snuggle up and fit perfectly in my arms. His legs are dangling over mine. I am no longer able to lean down and kiss his little head. His head is right next to mine. My baby has grown. My baby is big.
Part of me misses the days when I could hold him in my arms and kiss his tiny forehead. Part of me misses the days of him tottling around. Sitting in his highchair taunting him “mamamamama.” A large part of me embraces it all. I love watching him learn new words. I love seeing him figure things out that I never imagined a three-year old could understand. I love seeing him talking to other kids. Beginning friendships. He is a child and nothing is wrong with that.
Cassie blogs at MessyFunMommyLife.
I think that’s one of the amazing things about motherhood. We have the ability to be excited about the present and future AND dreadfully miss the past at the same time.
I feel the same way with my toddler – he’ll be 18 months next week! 🙁 Waaaa!!! It’s a good thing I have another on the way! 🙂
I hear ya, girl!
I feel the same way about my 4 yr old and 19 month old.
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Oh I can so relate…