Transition with my kids makes me a little sad. Transition means that things will never be exactly like they were yesterday. Transition reminds me that my kids are growing up, and as wonderful as this phase is today, I sometimes miss the phases that are long gone. Lately, when I see a brand new baby snuggled into his mother’s neck, I miss that feeling of my own newborn on my shoulder.
This melancholy mood is brought on by three big changes this week: Ella moved from her crib to a toddler bed, Ella is down to one bottle a day and will likely give that up this week, Ella is intensely interested in potty training.
I know. I know. It’s crazy that I am a little sad about potty training. This is the thing. When Ella is potty trained, it means that I will never again change my own child’s diaper. It means that my little baby girl is one step closer to college, moving out, marriage and having her own family.
I just blinked. Where did my babies go?