But I'm a Little Bit Big

 I appreciate the fleeting nature of childhood. It only took me one child to realize they are small for just a very short time. I'm not going to be one of those moms who asks themselves where the time went. I'm trying to savor it right now like a fine dessert. 

For instance, I haven't actually trained Ruthie to go to sleep by herself yet because usually it only takes five minutes of me holding her close with a pacifier to send her off to dream land and who wouldn't love to do that? I know I do; I cherish it. I don't want her to learn to put herself to sleep yet. I'm enjoying it too much. 

I am also sad Mac is getting older. Next month he is going to turn three and I asked him, "Could you please just stay small for a little longer?" and he responded, "But I'm a little big." "I know Mac, you are  a little big, but I want you to be small." And he repeated, "But I'm a little big." ::Sigh:: I know you are. "Go have fun with your brothers."

 That is why it is important to get all the hugs and kisses and snuggles I can get while I can get them. I often put a price on doing kid business. Many favors I do for them cost one kiss or one hug, like putting on shoes or zipping up a jacket. You might be a little big, but you are also a little small.