I was sad when my son woke up one morning and told me he didn’t want to wear diapers anymore. Great, you’d think……who likes changing those things anyway? But it’s a huge milestone, especially when it’s your youngest or only child.
Gone, are the diaper bags. No excuse now to be carrying that large Kate Spade bag I had back then. Gone, is some of the dependency. (That last part is especially tough when you’re a smothering, needy mother like myself.) And forever gone was the crinkling diaper sound and the scent of Desitin.
I hit another big milestone this weekend and I’m not ready for it yet……
Sunday morning he decided he didn’t want to go with me for my usual food shopping trek. *Sniff. Tear.* He wanted to try staying alone.
He’s 9 1/2 now. He goes everywhere with me, and honestly, I love his company. He’s funny, personable and smart. But I need to let him grow up, right?
So we tried it out. I’d be less than a mile away and I’d have my cellphone glued to me (it’s glued to me anyway). And of course I’d cut this trip down so he wouldn’t be alone long.
I saw through the text he sent asking me if I was coming home soon because, *cough* Gizzy misses me. And the other one he sent asking for M&Ms. But he did really well. I think he did better than I did. Actually, I KNOW he did better than I did.
This is bigger to me than it is to him. I’m not ready to cut the strings yet. Someone get me a needle and thread……..