Baby No More

I’m not a baby.

Excuse me while I pick up my heart on the floor.

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Savoring days he likes to cuddle…

 

Z said these words to me twice already. Bittersweet. I remember the days I long for him to become independent, to need me less and just go on his day. Well, that day has come. It may be a bit sad but I’m really proud of him. And I shouldn’t be a hindrance to his growing up. Nor should I stop it, although I’m still learning how to cope.

I was prepared for a wrestling match but we managed with just talking!
I was prepared for a wrestling match but we managed with just talking!

We have less struggles because he understands more. He goes to the toilet on his own (and puts the seat down!) He goes to school without me (bringing home lots of stars!) and can stay overnight with my parents!

Yes, I have a big boy already.

And my heart swells with pride and joy.

 

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