I've spent a good bit of time silently mourning over the past few days. Mourning the passing of babyhood. Nothing new in the world of humankind. Heck, not really even new in my own personal little world. I've been through it with Annie. I've been through it with Gray. And it's been a slow, gradual passing with Max, as well. Somehow it's different this time around. Probably because he is my baby.
But last Friday, we had to register him for kindergarten! Noooooo! And then this weekend, we bought him a booster seat. Bye bye baby carseat. The carseat that carried him home from the NICU four and one third years ago. Sigh.
And then today...not once, not twice, but three times, I had to head to the basement sink to rinse poop out of "my baby's" underwear.
A reminder, I suppose, that having them grow up will not be all bad.
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Debi I know how you feel. Just the other day I was looking at a picture of Timmy on his first day of kindergarten and almost started crying. They do grow up. Having a grown up child is pretty good too!! If you're lucky you get grandchildren out of the deal :)
take care,
Dawn
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