It seems like a lot of my friends are pregnant/having babies lately....and there's nothing like seeing pics of newborn, or better yet,a 4-6 month old to make me wistful about how another baby wouldn't be "that" bad. Babies smell good, induce hormonal highs, and are warm, soft, cuddly. It's fun to watch them discover their body parts, their surroundings, their everything.
Now barring acts of God, there will be no more babies in our household. Six kids and their active schedules are enough for my feeble mind to keep track of. We have four in school, and only one more year before we have 2 schools to work with. We have/have had dance, bowling, tennis, swimming, football, soccer, scouts, AWANA, and discussions about racing cars, yes real cars.
Our kids are as diverse as a garden of wildflowers and I love every moment of it. And the day looms in the not-too-distant future where Huggies will a definite part of my past. That discovery stuff we all fall in love with infants for can be very trying in the toddler years, and launching a self confident five (or six!) year old to school can bring sighs of relief and tears at the same time.
We recently cut off the last of Si Guy's baby hair, that soft, fluff. He is almost three, and now has "kid hair" instead. That was hard. Half a dozen of my friends didn't even recognize him at first without those wispy blonde curls. But he had grown past them. It was time to let them go. Once he decides to potty train all hints of babydom will be in our family's past.
It doesn't mean letting go of the wonder though. Or the magic. Or the dreams. It's just "moving further on and further in." Enjoy the dawn of innocence my friends. The miracle of life in your hands has just begun.
2 comments:
very nice :)
:) sweet post.
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