I think I've lived the past 3 years in complete denial.
I've always known that our family was complete the minute Em was born. I figured I'd get baby fever down the line but know it was just an itch, not an actual desire or need. Most of that had to do with pregnancies being so hard for me. Having a high risk pregnancy can take a toll on you. But I knew that I had my boy and girl and that we were complete.
Never in a million years did I think time would fly by so quickly. There I was, holding my sweet baby girl, knowing that she depended on her Momma for every single thing. And in a blink of an eye, that same baby girl is off to PreK, getting dressed all by herself, and trading in her crib for a big girl bed. And not like a toddler bed. A real bed. With twin size sheets and a bedspread. The same bedspread that I went head to head with said 3 year old in the middle of Target. Needless to say, the bedding set she has was the one we compromised on. Standing in the aisle was definitely the start of this big epiphany that my baby girl isn't a baby anymore.
Her sweet nursery looked like this:
It hit me, as the Hubs and I were rearranging Em's room, that my kids aren't babies anymore. I don't know when that happened. No matter how much I wish them to be little babies, they just aren't. They're turning into the people they're meant to be. They have personalities, strong ones at that. They are making a name for themselves in the world. And all I can do is sit back, enjoy the ride, and pray that I'm doing everything I can for them to become great people. That's a hard moment for any Momma but a proud one.
My kids are my world. Plain and simple. And no matter how much they grow up, they'll always be my babies.