Since Cooper came home from the hospital, I have consoled myself through all of the difficult times in parenting with the mantra, “One day there will come a time that I will no longer be able to, so enjoy the moment while I have it.”
The growth spurts with 48 hours straight of breastfeeding when he was 3 weeks old. And then one day, a few years later, he breastfed for the last time.
The incessant rocking until I thought my arms would fall off. And then Charlotte came home and I realized I only had a few more months of my baby falling asleep in my arms.
The months and months of sleep deprivation until I couldn’t see straight. And then I was no longer needed for soothing, and I couldn’t watch my baby drift off into sleep.
I saw this the other day: One day your parents will put you down and never pick you up again.
I am not a parent to get sad about my children moving to new stages, rather I am completely fascinated with their growth and development. I don’t get sad about the first day of pre-school/kindy/next year. I don’t get sad about getting rid of smaller clothes or old toys. So, I was surprised at how sad I was feeling that the day I pick Cooper up, and then put him down forever, is coming all too quickly.
Cooper is now close to 70 lbs and he is probably about 4.5 feet tall. Everyday I pick him up and I wonder if yesterday was the day I put him down for the last time. I, too, am starting to wish for the impossible. It makes me cherish Charlotte all the more – I will likely have years more of picking her up!
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It is sad when you can't pick them up anymore, but oh so precious when they start picking you up! Love the huge hugs I get from my boys!
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