As I sit here cuddled up with my 2 1/2 year old son, watching Bubble Guppies, I am constantly reminding myself how fast he has grown up. It seems like just yesterday, we found out we were pregnant, and here we are over 3 years later, and we have this sweet, smart and independent little boy who is growing up right before our eyes.
But I can’t help but think, how can it get better than this? I just want to bottle this age up.
But, as I think back, I remember loving something about each little milestone. At 6 months they can sit up, and interact with you, and 9 months they are on the move. At 18 months their vocabulary is skyrocketing. But, it’s something about this age…where they know how to communicate with you, still want to snuggle, and still need you…just gives me all the feels.
I guess that’s the amazing thing about having kids. Is watching them grow, hitting all those milestones, and laughing and loving the whole way through it.
But really, in a few years, I am terrified for the day when the snuggles will end. Will my kids want nothing to do with me? When will they not “need” me? Am I the only one who is scared of these things? As tired as I can be, I KNOW these are the good old days. I know I will want these days back, even when they are hard.
I guess I am just feeling all the feels–I want to watch them grow up and be independent because it truly is AMAZING, but at the same time I want to freeze time and just enjoy these snuggles and hilarious conversations. For one day, I know I won’t hear, “Mommy,” anymore. And the snuggles will turn into a “quick hug,” or just a kiss on the top of their head as they walk out the door.
I guess these little feet are my reminder to embrace the moment I have with my babies and just let them be little…because they are only that way for a while.
Cue the tears. Thanks Billy Dean.
xoxo-
Brittany
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