My children’s birthdays have always been bittersweet for me, but M’s 3rd birthday last month was especially difficult because we finally put away the crib. Of course I knew this day was coming, obviously…because I put it off so long, but I never felt it would arrive so soon. Having babies was something I looked forward to for as long as I can remember. I’ve hung on to the baby time for dear life, but it’s officially gone. Whether or not we keep the bottles, the ergo, the crib, my babies aren’t babies anymore. Whether or not I’m ready, they are. They’re growing and changing and eagerly taking on their new stages. It took recognizing that to finally pull the trigger and order Maggie’s new bed. I cried at least 3 times in the process. But that night, with her in her new “big girl bed”, I was able to snuggle her close, in a way the crib rails wouldn’t allow. I still read her her little books, sang her lullabies, tucked her in and realized though the crib was gone, the baby was gone, she was still little. They are both still little. I still have time. And I’ll treasure every second I have left.
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