Pitter, patter…
Pitter, patter…of little feet running across the floor, when he should be in his crib?
{Sigh}. He’s growing up and this Mama trying to accept the excitement and sadness at the same time. Can I sigh again? Because I love the baby and infant days. Sure, sure, not the wakeful nights :: but the smallness & utter dependence, infant yawns, nursing that precious little body, sweet baby bathtimes…all of it.
And after four rounds, it’s come to a close.
Oh, so bittersweet.
82. the privilege of rocking
83. feeding and nursing
84. bathing and playing with
85. and staring for endless hours into the eyes of
86. four precious, beautiful children
Have a blessed weekend.
Though our boys are 18, 14 & 11, my husband & I still look at them and miss the sweet “babyness” of it all. Parenting is such a blessing and yet the bittersweet lingers no matter how much they grow.
Blessings,
Lea
I so understand these sentiments! I have two kids and we’re trying to decide whether we should have another. It’s sad to think about being done with “babyhood!”