Lately, I've been seeing glimpses of "Baby" on my son's face. The chubby cheeks, curious eyes, that sweet, round chin. My heart swells because it's almost as if time is giving me some last looks before my son graduates from having any baby at all to full toddler/boy. And I know in a year or two, I'll be saying the same thing about his toddler face.
As I get ready to welcome a little girl, I get excited when looking at the precious newborn clothing, remembering what it's like to have a teeny, cuddly being in my arms. But I also look over the newborn boy clothing and have such wistful moments, remembering Makani's little face as he entered the world, nursed at my breast, and slept on his dad. This is likely my last pregnancy. I'll never have a baby boy again.
I take comfort in the fact that my toddler seems to be thriving, happy and healthy. I must be doing this parenting thing pretty well. This is new territory to me. Parent nostalgia. These are a new mix of emotions. Pride and grief. I never thought having children would make me sad. Each stage brings bittersweet hugs, smiles and sometimes tears. I suppose it's part of the journey.
Much Love,
The Dolfos
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