I only have one child. He is six and a half. He is really growing up. I knew this would happen, but it's happening so fast. Time is flying by like the wind. I am cherishing every day and every moment. It all started when he told me to stop calling him baby. No matter how many times I say that I am not calling him a baby that wears a diaper. I am calling him baby like honey or sweetie. It doesn't matter, he doesn't like it. I have been working on it but its hard.
started giving himself his own baths. I am in the room of course but he
doesn't want any help. I let him do it, but help to get the extra
shampoo out. We had a conversation about how I can't give him baths
anymore. I wanted to cry. It was definitely a bittersweet moment. I am
happy that he is independent and confident. I am a little sad because
he's no longer that little boy. I am crying while writing this.
has started telling me to stop babying him. I am his mom, I want to
help him but I guess I need to wait to be asked. He always thinks its
amazing when I read his mind. When I know what he wants. I just smile
and say because I am your mom. I know what you are thinking.
no longer watches Sprout. This past Christmas, there wasn't a Caillou
Holiday Movie marathon. I no longer hear Chica's squeak. I look forward
to all the awesome things to come. I'm just gonna miss things that he
used to do.