When we were getting ready to move to Germany we knew we would be there for 3 years. It was hard for me to grasp that the newborn baby that lay in my arms was going to be 3 years old when we moved back to the states. It really boggled my mind.
We never meant to have a 3rd baby, and for sure not while we were in a foreign country. Things never happen the way you think they will. The one thing you can count on is the passage of time. That never changes. 3 years is 3 years, no matter how you look at it.
Our 3rd baby had his 2nd birthday a month before we moved back to the states from Germany.
This July we will have been stateside for 3 years. It feels WAY longer than just 3 years. It has been a hard 3 years. I've been looking back lately over the past 3 years and I am finding it hard to remember that first year here. When my baby was just 2 years old, and he still took naps, and I still used the changing table, and he was still my baby.
Where did the time go?
I'm reminded of what my sons preschool teacher says often, "Enjoy them now,they are only 3 once." or "They are only 4 once." We only get one chance to enjoy them at this age and I feel like I have wasted it, that I just let it pass me by.
That baby of mine "graduates" preschool in under 2 weeks. I still remember taking Middle Man to the same preschool with Mouth on my hip.
On. my. freakin'. hip!
Mouth starts Kindergarten this August. I'm just now getting in touch with reality. Reality can kiss my ass. It bites, it stings, it really fucking hurts.
I knew Mouth was going to be my last baby from the moment I was getting ready to leave the hospital room with him. I cried then, like I'm crying now.
We never meant to have a 3rd baby, and for sure not while we were in a foreign country. Things never happen the way you think they will. The one thing you can count on is the passage of time. That never changes. 3 years is 3 years, no matter how you look at it.
Our 3rd baby had his 2nd birthday a month before we moved back to the states from Germany.
This July we will have been stateside for 3 years. It feels WAY longer than just 3 years. It has been a hard 3 years. I've been looking back lately over the past 3 years and I am finding it hard to remember that first year here. When my baby was just 2 years old, and he still took naps, and I still used the changing table, and he was still my baby.
Where did the time go?
I'm reminded of what my sons preschool teacher says often, "Enjoy them now,they are only 3 once." or "They are only 4 once." We only get one chance to enjoy them at this age and I feel like I have wasted it, that I just let it pass me by.
That baby of mine "graduates" preschool in under 2 weeks. I still remember taking Middle Man to the same preschool with Mouth on my hip.
On. my. freakin'. hip!
Mouth starts Kindergarten this August. I'm just now getting in touch with reality. Reality can kiss my ass. It bites, it stings, it really fucking hurts.
I knew Mouth was going to be my last baby from the moment I was getting ready to leave the hospital room with him. I cried then, like I'm crying now.
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((((kaytabug))))
i know that feeling. i have it every day when i watch the roo-girl get out of my car in the high school parking lot.
those "last babies" tug at our heart.
My last baby turns one in a few weeks - I can't even believe its been one year - let alone my other daughter starting kindergarten. I swear she was only 2 last year....
ditto the hugs from janet.
Just wait till your grandchildren are teenagers... then wonder where did the time go.
Growing pains, Kaytabug? It makes me think of that oft repeated parental phrase, "This is going to hurt me more than it's going to hurt you." Even though it's hard to see them pass from one stage to the next, there really are good things about every age. The older your children get, the more opportunity there is to have real discussions with them. There are more things you can share, and hopefully you will find yourself becoming not just their mom but their friend also. It really is a good thing. Even if they do something crazy like go off and join the Marines. It's just hard for us sometimes to constantly be finding our new place in their lives and in our own. It can be an awkward, painful process. Treasure the memories, but focus on the present and future joy of all those new ages and stages yet to be experienced.
I'm right there with you on the watching your baby go to kindergarten. Preschool graduation is on the 27th. I plan on bringing my box of kleenex.
HUGS!!
I too cannot believe you have been back in the States for 3 years. That is 3 years I could have come and seen you. Man, I suck.
That feeling hits all of us at some point. I remember being struck with it a few times myself. :) Big HUgs!
Ginormous hugs to you Kaytabug!
I don't have kids, but when I look at my 11-year-old niece sometimes it makes my stomach hurt. I keep thinking about how much her life is going to change in the next 4 or 5 years (boyfriends, heartbreak, etc.).
Awww.... I know.
The early years seem to last forever while we're in them, then, poof, just like that we're in a new stage.
Just look forward to the new adventures. Enjoy kindergarten one last time!