I am so selfish.
As I spend time with my youngest, who is 21 months, I cringe at the thought of how fast time passes. For the past 2 years I have met all his needs. He cries for me, he hugs and kisses me, he tells me bye bye when I leave, I kiss his boo boos, play with him, change him and feed him. I love being needed. I love being wanted. I don’t want him to grow up. It is so selfish.
I see how my other two have grown and how their needs have changed. They go off to school, they have friends, they play individually, they argue and fight. I am just not AS important.
I know I will have to let go of him, but I just want to keep every moment now for myself. Too feel his little hand in mine as we play ring- around- the- rosie, the warmth of him sitting in my lap as we read, still being able to carry him places, tickling his feet, and his wet slobbery kisses are all pure joy.