I’ve always enjoyed watching my babies grow. It comes with a certain sadness. But also a sense of pride. Sadness that they are ending a phase. Moving on. Growing. Changing. And pride that they are accomplishing things. That I’ve helped them learn. To grow.
Emma is almost ten months old (can you believe it?!?) and as she is growing I have had to let go of things. As she learnt to roll around, I let go of ever having a newborn that didn’t move. As she started pulling herself up and cruising the furniture I’ve had to let go of having a baby and accept that we are moving into toddlerhood.
But as she approaches ten months there is one thing that I don’t want to let go of. I’m teaching her to use a sippy cup instead of a bottle. And I don’t want to lose this:
It’s one more step towards her independence. She’s my last baby. I can deal with the crawling. And cruising. But I don’t want to give up these feedings. I love snuggling my babies while they have their bottle.
I know we still have a couple more months with the bottle, but I also know my time is limited.
How do I cope with these emotions
Love, hugs and more to come later