Bye, Bye Bottles
Why does it seem everything about development is so darn bittersweet? You want them to grow, but you also don't want this moment to pass.
Recently, I stood in Starbuck's with my munchkin on my hip. It's part of our usual routine and I admit that I love the smiles and accolades I get from strangers about my cute kid. This morning, as I stood in line, the gentleman in front of me turned around, smiled and said “You're lucky…my little girl is now 22 years old.”
I've blinked and so many milestones have already passed. I don't know where the time has gone.
When she was three months old, I moved her from the bedside bassinet to her own crib. She didn't mind the transition and fell asleep rather quickly. I remember returning to my own bed, tears in my eyes, staring at that empty bassinet.
The day I stopped nursing, I felt so sad. She had been part of me. I felt as if this was the last lifeline I had with her. I had sustained her. Now, she was okay without me.
Then, it was bye bye bottles. Yes, it was time. But, instead of the cuddling I enjoyed as I watched her suck down another meal, she's off and running (literally) with a cup in hand.
I know, I'm a sap. It's a bottle, but I've blinked and said goodbye to so many things I've loved about my baby.
Bye bye bottles.
Are you saying goodbye to anything these days? How are you feeling?