Daylan turned 3 only a few weeks ago and it’s as if he has totally come into his own and doesn’t really need me as much anymore. Every single day he becomes more and more independent telling me “Mommy just walk away…I can do it”. It’s crazy because it seems like just yesterday that I as telling my mom I can’t wait until he can walk and talk because babies sure are boring.
Now it is three years later and he is doing far more then walking and talking. He is busy bossing people around, dressing by himself and even fully potty trained. Funny thing is I sometimes want my baby back I want to be able to just hold him in my arms and rock him back and forth.
Now days he is so busy moving I can barely even get a hug and a kiss. But there are some days, very few and far between that he comes to me and says “Mommy I wanna be a baby” on those days I scoop him up in my arms and I pretend that he is in fact my little blanket baby. He of course will always be my baby but he won’t always be small enough for me to hold and rock. Thinking about this makes me remember the book Love You Forever by Robert Munsch.
“I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always,
as long as I’m living
my baby you’ll be.”
Does anyone else get a little sad as their kids get older and began to be less and less reliant on you for all of their needs?