Today I'm with mixed emotions as I think about moving Keegan into a "big boy bed". For nearly 4 1/2 years we have had this crib up in our house for our little ones to sleep in and that time is over. It has served us well and it is with heavy heart that I will ask Drew to disassemble the crib for storage this weekend. Keegan is ready for this change, but I'm really not sure if I'm ready.
Years ago I can remember peering into it the empty crib with my hand on my pregnant belly just dreaming about the first time Fiona would rest her tiny body upon it. (Of course, the crib was up months before Fiona was born in sweet anticipation of our first born.) We lived in Wisconsin at the time and now the crib has joined us in our journey to Washington and held her baby brother, Keegan, as well. As they say...if walls could talk...this crib too would have a lot to say. The sleepless nights, tears, jumps, teddy bears, leaked diapers, sippie cups, blankets, and of course, sweet Keegan and Fiona that have blessed it during our early years as parents.
Ironically, most of the toys, clothes, and equipment the kids have been growing out of I have been so excited to pass them onto the next family. However, knowing the crib will be taken down this weekend really signifies the end of our time with babies...our babies. (Even though they'll always be babies in our eyes.) People always tell you to enjoy them...they (kids) don't stay young forever and it is totally true. I can't imagine a time when my kids won't want to climb in my lap and call out "Mama, Mama!", but I know it's coming.
Each night before I turn in to bed I check on my kids as they peacefully rest and pray over them. (I don't think that will ever change.) It will be hard to imagine not seeing the crib during this regular routine that has gone on for 4 1/2 years. It is time...I just have to get past that. Maybe someday (far, far away) Keegan or Fiona will be able to peer down on their own baby within this very crib at the end of the day and send up a prayer thanking God for such an amazing blessing. As a mother, this is one of my biggest hopes.
Thanks for the memories and outstanding service sweet crib...
From inside the little blue bungalow,
Katie Jean
When do they get so big? Keegan and I are in the process of starting to potty train. (Yes...I said Keegan and I because training a child is just as much about training the parents to watch for cues and get on a set schedule.) I'm trying to get into the swing of it all, but all I keep thinking is...didn't I just do this with Fiona?
