I cried the day my son went from a crib to a big boy bed. I know it is silly but all of a sudden he wasn't an infant anymore, he was a big boy.
He now no longer has me rock him. He crawls into bed and says "snuggle me". How can I resist? I crawl in bed, hoping to keep some kind of routine and authority, I tell him "okay, but just for a minute." He crawls into my arms. I lay there savoring every second.
A minute goes by, okay... 5 minutes, and I tell him it is time for me to go to bed. He say's "one more, than no more" and throws his body on me, covering me like a favorite blanket. How can I resist. We lay there a little longer and then I tell him it is time for me to go to bed... "Okay mommy, wuv you"
Good lord... If I cried the day he wanted to sleep in his big boy bed, what am I going to do when he no longer wants to snuggle me.
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I cry when school starts, when school ends, and I really cried when I traded in my mini-van for a new one. Anything that reminds me of my kids growing up, and I need a Kleenex.
It's pathetic.
How about the AT&T commercials... they kill me everytime.
Awwwww, so sweet.
I know. I hate for them to grow up. I wish I could freeze all of us, right now, stay young and innocent.
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