Those magical baby moments…. You know the ones that make it all worth while? The ones that make you wish they could stay this tiny forever?
“You will always be my baby and I will always be your mama.” It’s something I tell both my girls fairly often, while constantly assuring them that yes they are indeed Big and Even Bigger. I have to admit I have a tough time wrapping my head around the fact that my eldest child is soon to turn five, while my baby, Gigi, is now rocketing towards two and a half.
“Not a baby!”, is something I hear from the littlest one on an almost daily basis. And I have to tell you, when I slip and call her “baby-girl” she gets so indignant. Not a baby, nope, no babies here. To be honest, mostly I’m glad we are past it. Good riddance to little wobbly necks that you have to hold just so, and no sleep ever, and spit up everywhere and teething and diapers. (Well ok, I only wish it were good riddance to diapers. Soon, please?)
And hello to little people who colour on the walls, inexplicably put things up their nose, and have temper-fits for no discernible reason. Hello to slightly bigger people who show younger siblings stupid thing to do (like say colour on the walls), refuse to eat anything green, get off the school bus singing about shaking their boo-tay, and who want to invite forty some strangers to their 5th birthday (which, thank God, takes place during the summer vacation).
Ok, ok, so sometimes I think about all of those magical baby moments and I get a little sentimental. Like when at six month’s old Grace signed back to me for the first time, asking for milk. I was so excited. I wanted to tell the entire world. And then I couldn’t get her to do it again, and everyone thought I was nuts.
Or when I look back through our photo albums and see a picture like this…
One that captures my daughter’s pure joy in every moment far better than her current monkey face phase does.
Or when we first brought girl number two home, and we were worried about a jealous older sister, but really Grace was so good with the baby, so gentle.
When I think of magical moments like that I almost wish they were still wee babes, almost. What about you guys? What magical baby moments do you cherish the most?
Paula Schuck says
I feel the same still. Part of me would still adopt 10 more kids. Husband totally is not there. Who knows? I am still eternally hopeful and wanting to foster babes again.