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Collapsing the crib

Jul 22nd, 2009 by Wife and Mommy

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The song has been sung, the candles have been blown out.  Not sure how it occurred but my daughter, my youngest, my baby, is two.  Her favorite words, “mine” and “no”, along with the stack of thank you cards to be addressed act as further proof of what my heart is slow to recognize–another year has passed and my baby isn’t such a baby any more.

This weekend my husband and I have tentatively scheduled the collapsing of the crib.  I say tentatively because I’m not sure I can go through with it.  A task that will take but a few moments is so much more than the swapping out of furniture.  To me it’s an emotional thing.  A physical change in her room that is a reminder that time marches on.  In those moments I’ll be asked to say good bye to my baby  girl and wrap my arms and my mind around the big girl she’s turned into.

Yes, the collapsing of the crib is scheduled. It’s an exciting rite of passage for my girl, for me.  Why, in the face of this new exciting adventure that is a toddler bed, do I find myself wanting to put her back on a bottle and throw her a pacifier?  I cling to the crib as I cling to her being a baby.  That part of her life is rapidly winding up and that both excites me and saddens me.  Yes, the crib will, in all likelihood, be collapsed this weekend.  I doubt I’ll be in the room. I’ll be collapsed on my own bed wondering where the two years have gone.

song has been sung, the candles have been blown out.  Not sure how it occurred but my daughter, my youngest, my baby, is two.  Her favorite words, “mine” and “no”, along with the stack of thank you cards to be addressed act as further proof of what my heart is slow to recognize- another year has passed and my baby isn’t such a baby any more.
This weekend my husband and I have tentatively scheduled the collapsing of the crib. I say tentatively because I’m not sure I can go through with it.  A task that will take but a few moments is so much more than the swapping out of furniture.  To me it’s an emotional thing. A physical change in her room that is a reminder that time marches on. In those moments I’ll be asked to say good bye to my baby  girl and wrap my arms and my mind around the big girl she’s turned into.
Yes, the collapsing of the crib is scheduled. It’s an exciting rite of passage for my girl, for me.  Why in the face of this new exciting adventure that is a toddler bed do I find myself wanting to put her back on a bottle and throw her a pacifier? I cling to the crib as I cling to her being a baby.  That part of her life is rapidly winding up and that both excites me and saddens me.  Yes, the crib will, in all likelihood, be collapsed this weekend.  I doubt I’ll be in the room. I’ll be collapsed on my own bed wondering where the two years have gone.

Today’s guest post is brought to you by my good friend Tanya.  I’ve never met Tanya face-to-face, but I consider her a close friend and hope to wrap my arms around her and give her a big hug some day soon!   I appreciate her wit, wisdom, and insight, which come through in her writings.  Tanya doesn’t blog as much as I would like to read atReconciling My Life’s Balance Sheet.

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One Response to “Collapsing the crib”

  1. jen@ourdailybigtop says:
    July 22, 2009 at 8:41 am

    So true. It’s funny how our perspective changes. When my kids were babies (I had 3 under the age of 4 at one point), I was so looking forward to them going to school and getting my time back. Well, that time is here and now I wish I could turn back time. It is exciting that they are growing up but do they have to do it so fast?