I no longer have a baby. I have a toddler, 2 preschoolers and a school kid. For the first time in years theres no dummies in the house, no baby bath in the ‘big bath’, no newborn nappies stored in a wee box in the corner of every room and, thankfully, its been a while since there was a poonami.
Sometimes, like the mama creep that I am, I watch the kids sleep. I get a glimpse of the people they are becoming, Harry sometimes resembles a teenager and I will him to just slow down, and whisper in their ears that they’ll always be my babies and just sometimes I get a little snippet of my babies again. The pouty lips and rosy cheeks.
You see, they no longer rely on me for everything. They can all put on their own jackets, they can brush their own teeth and wipe their own faces. Get their own shoes, and bags. Ruby climbs the kitchen counter and gets her own snack from the box on the 2nd shelf and Emily makes her own bed. You can’t wait for the day that they can do things all by themselves, but when they do its a mixture of being proud and sad and its so odd. I’m sure I’m not the only mama that loves when they get a cold just so they want those extra snuggles on the sofa. Letting them go is tough, especially when you know you have to. I no longer have a baby and it’s not a sentence I was ready to say yet.