This weekend I had my brother’s 6 month old in the house … visiting. It all came back… diapers, feedings, bottles, the paraphernalia… oye… babyhood.
Normally, I would have pangs of missing that precious phase of life. I loved being pregnant but even more so LOVED babyhood.
How that has passed on. No more pangs.
While the woes of dealing with a teenager and many more to follow causes me fear and discombobulation… it is on to a whole new phase of life without babies.
There is a season for everything. I am so loving the season that is full of big boys to smaller ones… but as Josh is constantly reminding us… “I am not a baby! I am a BIG BOY!”