A friend of mine came over for lunch this week and while we were reminiscing over Eva’s baby book she asked me a very simple question “Do you miss having a baby around?” It seems like a simple question but I was dumbstruck. My mind told me that I was supposed to say “Yes YES I want her to be a baby again!” but my heart said “No…NO…I love this age!” And I do I really do. Whatever age it is that she is currently at, that is the age I love. Every day she is one day older and I tell you every day she is a different child. That is my FAVORITE thing about being a mom. Seeing her grow up day by day.
One day…when she is “too old” to sit on my lap with her blanky and cuddle after her nap…then I might miss when she was a baby. But perhaps I will be so in love with her pre-teen self that I won’t want her to be any other age. (Before I had a daughter I would have told you that was impossible but now I’m not so sure.)
So my very long answer to a very simple question is “No, I do not miss Evangeline being a baby.”
This week my almost 3 year old mastered the art of cutting paper, being completely independent in the bathroom, making up a story in a picture book, and doing the hokey poky. I ask you how can life get any better then that?