I’ve been feeling a little agitated all week. The kids have been acting up and it just seems like nothing is going right. Everything seems to be making me cry too. Last night we watched The Off Life of Timothy Green, a movie we’ve all seen before, but honestly, I cried more last night than I did when I saw it the first time.
Why?
I think it has something to do with the fact that my youngest child, Lauryn, is turning 9 today. Not a super important number in the grand scheme of things. It’s not like she is 10 (double digits), or turning 13… or 16. It’s only 9, but it reminds me that my “baby” isn’t a baby anymore. She hasn’t been in a while, although I am doing everything I can to hold on to that babyhood as long as possible.
My husband thinks I baby her. I do. She’s my youngest… and when she gets too old to want to cuddle and kiss and hold my hand, I’m not going to have another one after her to do the same. My oldest barely waves goodbye when she flies out the door. My middle one is following in her footsteps as well. It’s my little one who hugs and kisses and wants all the attention. So I’m giving it to her.
And for now… I’m going to let her be my baby. For as long as she wants. Because she still needs her mommy. And I still need her to need me.
Happy Birthday Lauryn! You have brought a light to our lives that will never dim.
Aww… You keep on baby-ing her! I only have one child who is three. I am 42 and not sure if I will (or can) have another child. You bet I hug and love on my “baby” and will for as long as I can! One day he won’t want the hugs and snuggles as much. Happy birthday to your baby.
Aww, I bet that its hard to watch them grow up. Even as an adult though, there are still times I just want my mommy-I’m sure all of your babies will feel that way too.