I’m having a hard time looking forward to the joyous occasion of birthdays these days. Especially this week. For a single reason. I’m just not ready for them to get any older. Up until this year I was so excited for the milestones and the passing of phases.
- Sleeping through the night
- Shrinking of the size of bag I lug around
- Feeding themselves
- Potty trained
- Learning to communicate.
- Picking up after themselves
- No screaming fits in the store
- Life doesn’t revolve around naptime
- Etc etc etc.
All 3 children are onto the next phase in childhood and I’m not ready. Because what also comes with all of those very convenient comforts of growth are:
- Less snuggling time
- don’t kiss me in public
- No more lap naps
- Learning to communicate (barter/manipulate/negotiate)
- bigger clothes
- bigger appetites
- sending them to school
My little Jared turned 5 last week and I was not happy about it. I asked him if he would mind repeating his fourth year of life. He thought long and hard for a full second before declining. Sigh. I love you my tiny person. Happy Birthday!
So with you on this one Jules! My baby is turning 1 and I'm in complete denial. The years fly by!
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