This week Lil’B started saying brother. Its sweet. And at the same time its a little sad for me. My little baby is really almost a little boy. He dances, sings and has a fairly decent vocabulary for being so small. He fills up his days with constant activity.
His big brother Jr. P. has my heartstrings in a wad to these days too. One minutes he’s still a very little boy and the next he’s telling me about how and why he can do something on his own, independently. I can get the cereal myself mommy. Watch how I do’d it. (obtains stool, climbs, fishes out cereal box from cupboard). So grown up already a budding young man.
And they play together more and more. Trains, planes and automobiles. Building in the sandbox. Its what I want truly. But babyhood seem so fleeting in those moments.
Where did my little snuggle bug go…….
Its times like these that I am thankful for our decision to have me stay home. It allows so many of these babyhood moments to be recorded by a parent to be shared with the other parent. We are grateful for those moments at the end of the day when we talk quietly about what they have done, gotten into or showed us for the first time. We are grateful for those moments when our boys come to us for love. Unhesitant in their asking, confident they will receive what they need at that moment. Some would say we are over-protective. Perhaps. But before to long their babyhoods will be gone. So now we coddle, hug and love because soon enough they will be strong enough to handle it all by themselves.
Ugga mugga someone today and remember those fleeting babyhood moments.
Hold them close they have to last you…….
**From Lessons from tehe Neighborhood
One of my favorite residents in the Neighborhood is Daniel Striped Tiger, a shy, threadbare puppet with a scratchy little voice, like a 3-year-old with a two-pack habit. There was only one person with whom insecure Daniel confessed his fearsÂ?the lovely, human Lady Aberlin. She knew the tiger’s flaws and loved him anyway. Often after he unloaded his heavy heart, Lady Aberlin would rub his nose and say “ugga-mugga.” I think it meant, “I care about you and you’re going to be okay.”***
