I'm finding it a little bitter sweet. In two ways actually - the first and most obvious is that he's not a little baby anymore. Which is good because he was a very difficult infant, very difficult. The second is that as I watch him fumble his way from place to place I'm realizing how much I regret that I wasn't able to stay home with Lorelei and see all these little milestones with her. The daycare she attended was great and wouldn't tell me she did something unless I had already told them I saw it at home - but I'd be kidding myself to think that she just happened to roll over, sit up, crawl, stand or walk for the first time on a weekend. So although they acted like they never saw it, I'm sure more often than not I missed a lot of her actual firsts - and that's a hard pill to swallow.
But I see it now with John and soon with Sadie, that will have to be good enough because I can't go back and do it over.
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Ahhh, your little boy is getting big. How wonderful you are getting to experience all these "real" firsts with the twins. Just remember a first isn't a real first unless witnessed by Mumma!
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