This is a big milestone. I knew this day would come. I clearly remember (as clearly as anyone can think after 3 days of laboring, an emergency c-section and having a baby in the NICU) holding this itty, bitty baby boy in the hospital and thinking to myself “one day he will be 5 and be going to school, but I don’t see how. I can’t imagine this baby of mine being that big.”
And I laid that baby down for a nap and this happened. . .
I’m thankful for so many things; he’s healthy, smart, determined, handsome, and he’s so tall! He’s so big now and can do so much by himself. But he still asks me to sing to him and rub his back sometimes to help him go to sleep. And I try very hard to remember in those moments (even though I am exhausted and have a million things to do before I myself can finally crawl into bed) that this is the same tiny baby that I just laid down for a nap and one of these days this little boy who I am singing to sleep is going to go to bed and wake up a teenager.