They say that a Mothers Intuiton is never wrong.
I say, you’ve never met a little one who is so in-tune with their surroundings.
Last night, for more than likely one of the last times, Scott let me cradle Him to sleep, rocking gently, reminding Him of how much I love and appreciate
Him. He hasn’t fallen asleep in my arms for a few months, let alone with a bottle or in bed, so I soaked it in with as little tears as I could.
I no more laid Him down, went out to the living room, and an hour or two later Baby dropped. It’s almost as if Scott knows that He will be promoted soon, and craved that “baby” feeling once more before it’s too late.
Of course, Scott will always be my baby no matter how old He is, but I truly feel like He understood what was going on before I did.
Tonight He leaned in, and gave my growing belly a big hug and slobbery kiss. He’s ready to be a Big Brother, but I’m not sure I’m ready for Him to be that grown-up yet.
Unfortunately though, us Parents don’t get to decide if we’re ready or not. Luckily for Evan and I though, we’ve got an eager soul in front of us, awaiting His baby-siblings arrival.❤
And as I’m continually asking myself: where did my baby go?
How did He fit inside my womb 10 short months ago?
He’s longer than my torso, and could barely be held like the baby I know and love Him to be.
Why do they grow up so damn fast?
I will forever cherish these moments of being His one and only. His best friend. His confidant.
The part I will miss the most about these years, however: is His never ending love (and kisses!) For both Evan and I. Scott has the biggest, softest, purest heart, and I cannot wait to see what all He is meant to teach us.