To preface this, if you haven’t read my other articles, I am a first-time mom. I tried my best to read up on all the how-to’s and know-how’s of being a mom, you’ll always miss something.
And here’s one:
No one told me how fast the first year would go by. I’m sitting here watching my little 11 month old baby standing up — holding onto the couch for support — and playing with this new thing they found and trying to balance it on their playpen wall. When did they get so smart? When did they begin to understand concepts like gravity?
We’re starting to head into the toddler stage. They have been walking with support. They move fast. They’re finding everything they can and putting in their mouth before I can stop them. I remember the days when I sat there, willing for them to roll or push their head up while on the tummy. Now I’m willing them to stop rolling and stay still while I change their diaper.
I blinked and now they’re going to start walking without me. I blinked and I wish I hadn’t.
This has been such a crazy experience. Coming from someone who was unsure about having kids. I’m so glad I got to have this experience with this one. They have kept me on my toes and I have to keep my eyes and whatever working ears (I am Hard-of-Hearing — that’s another article for another day) I have sharp.
When it’s too quiet, you know something is up.
I love stepping away for a few moments to make myself coffee and listening to the crazy babble of my little kiddo and then, it’s quiet. I think to myself, oh it’s nothing, probably just crawling to a new toy. Another few seconds go by without another sound… okay I should probably check.
I love this new stage I’m going into but I know I’m going to miss this.
I already miss having to support their little head as I picked them up. I miss working on them with small skills like watching my finger move, attempting tummy time while they wailed about how they’re not liking it, and supported sits. I miss the extra snuggles with the umpteenth nap of the day.
When did they get so big? And so heavy!
I keep thinking to myself, how dare they grow. How dare they grow 6 teeth in three months. How dare they get taller and grow out of their clothes before I can have them wear it.
Time is a thief. It robbed me of my little infant.
So, good-bye, infant-stage.
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