This little lady has spent her entire day wearing big girl underwear (except for her nap) and has had zero “accidents”. She’s growing up so fast and I’m realizing that I don’t have a baby anymore. I remember clearly during the middle of the night breastfeeding sessions, wishing I’d be done with all those interrupted nights and now, although those moments are rare, I’ll admit, I sometimes find myself missing that closeness one experiences during those cherished moments of motherhood. Thinking back, I don’t think I have a single picture of me nursing Béa and although I probably wouldn’t post it on here, it was something I was very proud of, just because I was never successful at it with Rina. I wish I had one now to immortalize that accomplishment.
As if on cue, Rina (who is sick with a little cold and tonight) woke up a few hours after she fell asleep and called out to me. I met up with her upstairs and she asked if I would cuddle with her as she curled back up into her bed. I obliged her and she fell asleep in no time in my arms, something she rarely did as a baby. She was always my free-spirited child, my independent one from the get-go.
As they grow older and more independent, those cuddle times become more and more precious. Don’t tell them, but I always take a huge smell of their hair when they let me cuddle them. My babies might be growing up, but to me, they’ll always be my babies.