As your child grows and becomes more independent, you get to sit back a little and watch them get a real feel for the world around them. I remember someone told me once, when Jaia was small, that their first real moment of freedom happened when their child could buckle themselves up in their carseat.
Having experienced that myself, I concur. But even before that, there are a few things that I wasn’t so sad to say goodbye to. I couldn’t wait for Wes to sit up. And I longed for him to be able to feed himself and to walk. When he did all of those things, I would gain a smidgen more freedom to do things like make dinner or, you know, go pee by myself.
Don’t get me wrong. I loved baby Wes. Adored. Still do, but I also love the crazy, funny, cheeky little man that follows me around the house lighting up every room he enters.
Sometimes though, it feels like he’s growing a little too fast. That he’s a little too independent. Take yesterday, for instance, when I walked into the kitchen and found my little dude helping himself to a snack.
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If he’s going to do that, I might as well show him how to make dinner and do the laundry…
