I used to get annoyed when wiser parents would remind me to "enjoy the moment, before you know it your kids will be grown." Of course, I'll enjoy the moment...like changing bed sheets soaked with vomit at 3 a.m.(good times, good times), cleaning up spilled milk at the dinner table again,...ahem...no I mean like kissing their soft faces at night and sharing a fresh, layer of snow with them.
Being a parent is filled of enjoyable moments. However, somewhere in the midst of running A to B last week I missed a huge milestone. Apparently, I blinked and Keegan was potty trained.
I'd love to say it was amazing parenting, but it wasn't. Keegan was just ready. No sticker charts, no running to the bathroom every 15 minutes, no potty party...it just happened. Apparently, I blinked.
For over five years, I've routinely purchased diapers and in a matter of a day it was over. Just like that...no fanfare...no hand shakes from the Huggies Corporation....done. Oddly, I felt a sense of loss and still do.
My baby is now a little boy wearing a variety of action-hero underwear. He reminds me that he "(can) do it myself" when he gets into the bathroom. And wasn't it just last week when I was still changing his diaper? Don't get me wrong...I am ecstatic, but I am watching carefully from the side lines wondering what next milestone he'll tackle on his own.
I'm holding my eyes wide open now, because apparently I blinked last week.
From inside the little blue bungalow,