Thursday, May 27, 2010
It's amazing how much older standing upright makes him seem. Last week he was moving pretty quick, but I could still convince myself that he was a baby. Now calling him, "my baby" just seems unrealistic. He is a toddler now, my little boy is so big and independent.
I know its just one of many milestones that we will share together; even though I know there are so many more to come, I try to treasure each one as if it is the first. Sometimes I wish that life could slow down, but I fear that wasting too much time savouring moments of the past, puts me at risk of missing the present.
That doesn't change the fact that I have moments, twinges even, when I'm sad that the boy doesn't need me in quite the same way anymore. I know he will always need me, I know that how he needs me will naturally evolve over time and I know that when he needed me for everything it was tiring, frustrating and difficult, but I can't help myself. I still have moments where I miss being his everything.