In the last couple of weeks my baby girl {who was once crawling around these hardwood floors and exploring every nook and cranny of this house} is now reaching yet another pivotal milestone; she is giving up the high chair.
It started with some whining when I placed her in the chair to the full on groan which included what I like to call the ‘snake move’ where she slithers and slides making it extremely difficult for me to get her in the chair. Then she pulls the old ‘all out stretch’ by tightening up her entire body including her legs where she completely stiffens herself so hard that I am unable to safely place her in the high chair.
It’s officially over.
And the reality is she’s growing up faster than I could have imagined and she resembles a little girl more than ever now. My baby is quickly disappearing…she has really developed into a beautiful little toddler and even through this process I have to admit, I am done.
No more children.
I’ve known that revelation since the day I gave birth to her but somehow it’s becoming increasingly more concrete or evident.
Or final.
I won’t have a baby to hold anymore.
I won’t have a baby that gives me that first smile or giggle.
I won’t have a baby to teach me something new.
I won’t have a baby. Anymore. Ever.
Because I know that I am done.
Since my daughter has made this jump from baby to toddlerhood in what feels like a matter of days has seemingly made my “I am done” scenario feel so very real.
I am a mother who comes from the camp that firmly believes a woman just knows when she’s done.
But, in this moment…right here, right now – why does it have to feel so final?
I SO know what you are talking about! My baby is growing up. I thought I was done….but now I don’t think I am. Even though my life is CRAZY…I think I need a 3rd????
I agree, watching my baby reach her milestones is very exciting however I can’t help but feel a tiny bit sad that it is all happening so fast. I can see how that feeling must be intensified when you know that you are done and you are witnessing these milestones for the last time. Your post reminds us all to savor every moment!
After two, I am soooo done too! Although, if I had my 2nd one first, I probably would have stopped there. She’s a handful and I wouldn’t have risked two of her! ahahahahaha!
i have been debating this for a year now. my son is almost 2 and i know if i let it go any longer, i’m not sure i will want to go back to the infant stage. i mean, i LOVE the infant stage… love love love. but we are at the point where we can go places without napping and nursing and all those other things. i’m afraid that I’ll have to… again… sacrifice…. is that selfish??? i feel like it’s selfish. i just wrote a post on it a couple weeks ago.
i want another kid, but i’m also enjoying the teeny tiny little bit of freedom i am starting to have. i feel like that’s selfish. i feel like a bad mom.
so glad you know you are done. that’s a tough thing to come to. thanks for sharing heather!
I’m 41 and my youngest is 2. I can’t really give up on the idea that it’s my last even though all sense dictates. My husband has been really helpful in the process by reminding me that there are always the grandchildren to look forward to.
I feel so much better.
Oh make me cry in my donuts won’t ya?! I’m about to be 38…. my youngest is 8 months old and I can’t say that I WANT to be done. He’s my 3rd… I have three beautiful healthy boys and yet… I don’t have that feeling yet and … my husband does.
I started crying at thet hought of getting rid of my maternity clothes. Isn’t that ridiculous? UGH!
My youngest just gave up the high chair too and today he got a “big boy” haircut and I’m having a really hard time with the fact that I am done. Well I may not be done but my husband is so that pretty much seals the deal. First time visiting, this was the perfect post for me to read.
I know exactly how you feel. Exactly.