Every parent has that moment. The moment when you realize your little baby isn’t a baby anymore. I’ve had it so times with my oldest daughter Lily I think they’ve become a blur, lol. But recently, the first “moment” happened with my three year old daughter Luna, except when it happened with her, I cried like a baby. Literally. I’m thinking it’s because I know this is the last “baby” we will have in our house. Waaaaaa. Yep, just typing that makes me cry.
For the last three years, Luna has slept in her crib. Obviously. We bought one of those convertible crib things so her crib went from a crib to a toddler bed. Then we decided it was time to graduate her to a “big girl bed” and while I thought I would be ok with it since I was perfectly fine when we did it with her sister, nothing prepared me for how emotional I actually was about it. Sigh. We ordered a sweet old-fashioned bed because her crib was also old-fashioned. I picked out some cute twin bedding and some sheets, like all of a sudden I am an interior decorator. lol I was actually excited when I was getting the bed all ready for her and then she got in it and I totally fell apart. She looks so so tiny. Instantly, I wanted to put the crib back together and throw the twin bed out the window.
I am sure I will get used to it at some point, but I kinda don’t want to. I don’t want her to grow up. Either of them. Big girl talks with her older sister, big girl beds with her. I hate it all. Waaaaaaa. Ok, so I don’t hate it, I just don’t like it. So there. Full honesty. I’m a pansy Mommy. I’m an emotional sap. Please tell me I’m not alone though…that there are other pansy parents out there! 🙂
Lord help me when they go to college.
XO Surviving Mommy