The other day while driving home, I pulled up behind a school bus that was dropping off kids at a daycare by our house. One kid came out in the same one piece snowsuit that Henry own. He couldn’t have been more than 6 or 7 and he was carrying, in both hands, various arts and crafts projects he had made at school. As I watched him proudly scurry over to his daycare provider, I got a little teary eyed. I know I’m a tad more emotional these days, but hear me out. Seeing this kid in his suit made me realize “that’s going to be my kid very soon!” How can they grow up so fast? Why must they? In less than two weeks, my little guy will be 2 years old. Where did this past year go? How did he go from this:
I was so worried about him those first few days, looking at him while he slept, making sure he was breathing, holding a little mirror up to his face to see if it fogged up. He needed me for everything back then. Now he’s walking, talking, dancing, singing, doing so much on his own. On top of that, he’s going to be a big brother. I often find myself thinking lately “he’s too young to be a big brother! Will he understand? How do I make sure he knows that I love him just as much, if not more than when he first arrived?” and then I start thinking “how do I give my second one all the same chances and opportunities and attention that I gave to Henry?”
I’m convinced I’ll wake up one day to a house full of teenage boys thinking “where did my babies go?”
Sorry if I sound sappy, maybe it’s just the mood I’m in. Or maybe I’m forcing myself to think like this so that I can handle more properly those moments of toddler meltdown. Yes, Henry’s been a tad whiny and dramatic this week, desperate for his mommy and daddy, crying for no reason, dropping to the ground and screaming bloody murder for a reason we can’t quite understand since he can’t tell us what’s frustrating him yet. Thinking how quickly my kid is growing makes me put those bad moments into perspective. Yeah a toddler freakout sucks, but they won’t last long and soon I’ll be longing for the days when Henry would cry because he wants to be held by us tightly.