Not so long ago, I was chatting with a friend of mine (who lives in England) about how much we miss hanging out together. She’s currently expecting her second child and joked that as soon as the cycle of feeding and naps were behind her she’d hop on the next flight to Atlanta for a visit. Out of nowhere I felt a pang of sadness. Not only because I miss my friend, but because it dawned on me that it IS more or less behind me… which means that I’m finally saying goodbye to the baby years.
In the weeks that followed that conversation, it’s as if our youngest (who turned two at the end of last year) had somehow caught on to the idea. She suddenly insists on doing everything that a “big girl” does, despite her pint sized stature.