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“Mo” you said in your newly found toddler voice.
“Where did that come from?” I thought to myself as you continued signing and telling me you wanted more to eat.
As I dished out more food, I couldn’t help but smile. We’ve been using sign language for about six months, and you’re picking it up pretty well – and now the words are starting to join it as well.
But as quickly as the smile spread across my face, the tears started too.
Another sign that my first baby is no longer a baby at all (even if you always will be my baby).
You’re growing up so quickly.
Daddy and I are talking about adding another baby to the family.
It’s scary and exciting!
How will you react to a new little brother or sister? Will we still have enough time for you? Obviously people have been doing this for centuries, but it’s still a scary thought in our still-relatively-new-parenting world.
Then my brain really starts spinning… Is this how my parents felt? I’m less than two years into this whole parenting thing. How do my parents feel now that they’re in their 50s and they can say they’ve been parents for over 30 years? How does it feel to see your babies having babies?!?
Time seriously goes by so fast. Everyone tells us to sit back and enjoy it, which can be hard during the day-to-day challenges of every day life. But I’m determined to do my best to soak up every moment! Maybe it’s because of the blood clots that formed after our first son’s birth. Or maybe it’s just because I’m no longer in my 20s and I have some life wisdom on my side, but I see what people mean when they say to enjoy it.
In less than two years I’ve watched my newborn turn into a baby, then a toddling bigger baby (because I wasn’t ready to admit those first steps made him a toddler!), then a toddler with the attitude to match, and he’s already basically a small child. (Yes, my 22-month-old is already is size 4T which is the equivalent of a child’s XS – ahh!)
Where has the time gone?
I may never know. But I do know that I’m going to make the most of it! We have just a little over 16 years before he’s gone. And I’ll never get those years back…
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