Lately I’ve been noticing something different about my son. It’s not some big obvious change, rather something subtle that’s been creeping up and I just finally realized what it is. My baby isn’t a baby anymore. This is a bit bittersweet, as I know that the more independent he gets the less he will need me.
I’m really excited at every milestone he passes, and seeing his face light up when he learns something new is better than anything, but part of me wants to keep him young forever. He needs my help less and less each day. He feeds himself at the table, he puts on his own clothes, he brushes his own teeth, and it’s only a matter of time until he doesn’t need me to cuddle him to sleep anymore. I love this little guy with all my heart, and I really am proud of the amazing kid he’s becoming, but the selfish part of me needs him to stay tiny just a bit longer so I can learn how to let him grow up.
