So NOT a Baby Anymore…
Delilah will be 3 next April which is now a mere 4 months away. Which means she is a fully fledged toddler and no longer a baby.
Despite my state of denial, it appears she has not been a baby for quite a while now…
But I have to admit I’m having trouble letting go of babyhood.
Perhaps it is because she is small for her age and still doesn’t have a lot of hair to play with.
Maybe it’s because she still holds onto her dummy for her night time sleep and hasn’t yet commenced toilet training.
But, deep down, I know the real reason for my state of denial. She is my last child. I know that is why I’m struggling to acknowledge that she is no longer a baby.
Certain events that have occurred recently have forcibly reminded me of the relentless march of time and that my baby girl is growing into an independent little miss.
Whether I’m ready or not.
Last week she moved up from the Waterbabies class at swimming to the Guppies class, for kids aged 2 and half and older. I’m still in the pool with her but she receives more independent and targeted instruction, which she is more than ready to receive.
At her lesson this morning she copied the 3 year old girl in her class and tried her rocket arms and kicking with the board – things she was too scared to try last week in her initial class.
It is clear she is growing up.
Yesterday we attended orientation at a local daycare centre where we’ve been offered a Friday place for next year.
She started out being shy and clinging to my skirt but ended up throwing herself in the activities on offer – I literally had to drag her away in the end!
While I’m relieved that it appears she will fit right in there, I am already mourning the loss of our Fridays together – they were the highlight of my week and I will miss spending one-on-one time with my baby girl.
But it is clear she is growing up.
Christmas will see us moving her even further away from babyhood when she gives Santa her night-time dummy for Christmas and begins toilet training.
The underwear has already been purchased (although I’m still chasing some In the Night Garden undies – ideas anyone?) and she made her first big step today by having her first toileting success. It was a very proud mummy moment.
It is undeniable – it is clear she is growing up.
As much as I yearn to kiss her chubby cheeks and beg for her to stay cute and adorable forever, it’s not possible.
She will progress, develop and grow. She will live to have a life of her own. She will learn to make her own choices and decisions. She will dream her own dreams.
As much as I wish to freeze time and cherish her now, as she is, I am also eager to see how her life unfolds.
Whatever happens, she will always be my baby girl.
And I wouldn’t miss any of it for the world!
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