Y’all my babies are growing up. Like at lightning speed growing up. Am I right?! Does anybody else feel like life’s time clock went into super speed mode once kids entered your life. I try to soak up each moment I have with my kiddos and remember all the little things about the stages they are in that I love, but its hard. Lets be honest, some days I pray the time away just to make it to bed time and then I tuck these boys away for the night and instantly start missing them. Being a mom is weird and hard. This week both of my boys decided to just grow up. Tuesday night when Andrew came home from work we were all outside playing and Corbin wanted the training wheels off his bike. He owned it guys. He hopped up on that 2 wheel bike like he had done it every day of his life and just took off. As I sat there is disbelief watching my little boy (he’s only 3) zooming away on his bike I couldn’t remember the last time I watched him ride it with the training wheels still on. I tried so hard, but I just couldn’t remember. In that moment If I had known it was the last time his little legs would be peddling away with the help of training wheels I probably would have soaked up every moment of the “little kid” left in him. I suppose it God’s way of protecting us as mothers; guarding our hearts, to not realize when we are experiencing “the last time” with our kids. If we knew every last time as it was happening life would be crippled to some degree and maybe we would shelter our kids so we could experience just one more “last time” before we let them grow up.
you can watch a movie of his ride here.
Wyatt is my baby. He is a big snuggly bear with so much love and smiles for miles. He also **loves** (or loved) his bottle something fierce. This is my boy who refused sippy cups and was just as content with his bottle empty as he was with a full one. He too decided to grow up on me. He dropped his bottle love overnight. As much as I dreaded washing bottles, I now miss it. Had I known his last bottle was his last I probably would have rocked him to sleep as he drank it and taken careful note of his adorable chubby hand doing the one hand bottle hold as he chugged it down….bottoms up. Alas, I did not know that would be our last bottle. I thought for sure this would be the “battle” we had with him to transition him out of. With that said, after 15 months of existence on this earth Wyatt has found a paci and developed a severe addiction to it in about 5 seconds flat. The baby who acted like he was gagging every time it was offered to him as an infant is now acting like he has been deprived of life’s most precious gift his whole life. I have no clue where he found his giraffe wub a nub….bottom of the toy bin? a recent closet raid him and big brother did together? All I know is that I am not going to fret the fact that my toddler is loving a paci. I will embrace it and know that soon enough he will have his last night with his giraffe and I will miss that sweet sound of his little sucks on it and how it makes him still look my baby.
Love your babies. Embrace the season, it goes by all too fast. I know the trenches are deep when you are trudging through them, but someday you make it through and look back and think what happened, how did we get through, how did they grow up so fast? Each day is a gift from God, treat it as if it just might be the last time.