Well, I think of them as my diapers... but really they belong to Emma.
This sight, hanging out to dry in the sun, fills me with joy.
My diapering days may be very close to being over. My youngest slept with underwear on last night. I'm hoping she does great tonight. If she does, I'll likely put the diapers away. At least in easy reach... but away.
Its bittersweet, these concrete reminders that as a family, we are leaving the baby days... and entering into childhood with our children. I've had struggles deciding on a third child, but truth be told... with the struggles came an amazing discovery... our family is complete. I'm complete with us.
I feel sad when I think about missing out on certain things, getting to be cute and pregnant again, getting to labor, birth, breastfeed. I love babies, I love my babies. I love diapers, I love first smiles. The more I think about it though, the more I think that those feelings are normal evolutionary feelings of a woman. Of course we long for more babies, its how humans came to thrive. That doesn't necessarily mean that we need to act on those feelings. For me, for our family, making the decision to move forward with two beautiful, intelligent children is the best.
hey cous,
ReplyDeletewhe I get to that baby thing, you can be my coach.I don't think I've ever talked to someone who was sad about not going into labor again.