My youngest, Sara, has just turned three. I know this sounds cliche, but where did the time go?! I've been secretly lamenting the fact that my baby is not a baby anymore. And my reality check came in two blows.Whammy #1 : Whenever I call her "baby", she'll turn around to remind me she's not a baby.
Whammy #2 : I got an email from my most favourite website on pregnancy and kids, Baby Center that said, now that my toddler is 3 years old, that milestone marks the end of my weekly newsletter subscription from the website. And I was invited to continue visiting their sister site, Parent Center.
The truth hurts!
The husband is getting worried that I might be bitten by another baby bug. He said he's pretty much done with night feeds and diapers. I guess I'm done with those and being pregnant too, but oh how I long for the time when I could hold my babies in my arms again.
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My mom still wishes we were littler, and all three of us are now in our teens. I know she enjoys getting books and lotion instead of handprints and construction paper art at Christmas, but whenever she gets to cuddle our pet cats or rodents, she reverts into that happy, cooing, mothering personage.
Not being a mother, I don't know what to tell you. But as a child, I know you'll enjoy having kids in a different way once they're not babies.
Good Luck!
You bet. I am happy to see my kids grow healthy and confident day by day. Which, by the way, also means they are constantly challenging our instructions and logic!
But I do get sentimental when I see their baby photos and of me cuddling them.
And I can actually picture myself, say 15 yrs from now, happily mothering some cats! LOL!
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