On Friday, my Bug will turn 6. That’s a big number. She can no longer be considered a baby, a toddler, a preschooler…she will be SIX! How did this happen? Where has the time gone? How did I blink my eyes and this child that was born YESTERDAY is now on the cusp of 6?
I’m happy and sad all at the same time! As parents, we love to see our children grow and flourish but at the same time, it’s difficult. She has her own friends, separate from my life. She has her own opinions, and she does not need me like she used to. Yes, it’s still “Mommy can I?” every 5 minutes or so, but it’s just “Mommy can I have drink?” (that she can get for herself) or “Mommy can I have some fruit snacks?” (that she can reach on the shelf now). There is no more of that she can’t survive without me syndrome.
I’m happy, and I’m proud of her, but part of me wants to hear her say “Mommy, Can I?” and know that she CAN’T without me. Is that so wrong? I’m one of those horrible moms that wants to hold on forever. Yes, I know she’s not ready for the world and that I will have her around for years to come to bless my world, but it stings a little (lot) to know that “Mommy can I?” is not a necessary phrase in her vocabulary anymore.