Everyday I am bombarded with things that remind me of how much older the kids are getting. Everything from: "No thanks mom, I can read it myself", "I can go outside by myself now", "Idon't need training wheels anymore", "Mom, I can get my own breakfast", "Mom, I can brush my own hair" and the list goes on and on and grows bigger everyday about the things they don'tneed me anymore for. And even though I know that's part of life, they get bigger and need me less and less it still stings every once in a while. Don't get me wrong some days I relish in the fact that I don't have to dress them anymore or change diapers or feed them. But I still look forward to those moments when they crawl up into my lap (which seems to get smaller and smaller everyday).
But then sometimes, when I least expect it, I get a glimpse at my babies just being little kids. Playing like little kids do and not trying to prove to me just how big they are what how much they can do on their own. And it gives me a moment, usually a very brief moment but a moment none the less, to see them as the little ones that they still very much are. Because even though they can accomplish so much on their own now they are still my babies and they always will be...
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