Well, It's official, we are no longer the parents of babies. In particular, our last baby is now anything but. She is talking, running, and generally just a fun amazing little human being...and she turns two on Monday.
While I am continually amazed at having created and cared for this delicious, sweet angel girl, I am overcome with a sadness too. Her babyhood has passed me by so quickly, and my awareness of this is so heightened this time around because I have learned through the other two just how precious and fleeting these moments, months and years are.
As nice as it is that these three are gaining Independence, getting so smart and unique, and letting us sleep through the night, I can't help but pause, bury my nose in a flannel receiving blanket, and tear up just a little at the passing of the "baby days". Maybe all women do this for the rest of their lives? maybe long after menopause has come I will still be able to close my eyes and call up the smell of warm enfamil, the way their bellybuttons looked with the cords still attached, and the way the little swaddled bundles felt in my arms, so tiny yet so firm and complete.
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