Every once in a while, I look at my children and realize I’ve missed something. They’ve learned a new skill, grown an inch, or passed a milestone, and I somehow missed it.
The milestones come and the changes seem to happen so incrementally that I don’t notice (or perhaps the distraction of daily life prevents me from fully witnessing them). It can be hours, days, or weeks later when I realize that I missed the ending or the beginning of something meaningful.
A few weeks ago, my daughter moved into her big girl bed. It happened quickly and out of desperation. Bedtime had become an epic struggle, and in hopes of avoiding more tears, we set up her bed and removed the crib. Honestly, I didn’t expect it to stick. But when she saw the bed, she was elated and went to happily to sleep. Only later that night did I achingly realize I am a mom who no longer has a child in a crib.
I recently saw the diaper bag hanging by the back door and realized I hadn’t used it in months. My daughter is now potty trained. But riding on the high of that win, I didn’t see the chapter that was closing. I am now a mom who doesn’t need a diaper bag.
Lately, the milestones are becoming bigger and coming more quickly.
My children are no longer babies. They are hardly even toddlers. While I am excited for what the future holds, I am already starting to miss the tiny fingers, snuggles, and the ‘small’ problems of having young children.