Kid? Child? Baby? Toddler. I believe that is the correct term. .
As I flip through hundreds of photos of you, I am reminded that you no longer fit in my arms. It is a sad but a veracious reminder that you are growing up too fast. While in the midst of the haze, it really does seem that the sleep will never come or you will never lead a carefree life ever again. A few days pass by, and you realize that the sleep gets better. A month passes by and they need a little less help feeding themselves. A year passes by and you notice that they come home from daycare, take off their shoes and their jacket, place them back and it is an instant shock to your body as you realize that he’s grown up. .
You are needed but you are not as necessary as you once were. It makes you happy because you feel that you’ve done a good job instilling good habits in them. But it also makes you a little sad because you know it is a sign that the tiny little feet that once kicked you from the inside no longer fit in the palm of your hand. The duality and balancing act between being a good parent and being a selfish one. A good parent that teaches all the right things and a selfish one that trades kisses in exchange for a toy. I love you, my sweet boy. Stop growing up and let Mama trade your kisses for chocolate and toys forever. - 2 days ago