Lately I've been thinking a lot about my little Z becoming a big brother.
He loves babies-or at least his cousin who is the only baby he sees. If I ask him where his baby sister is he will point to my belly and give her a kiss and hug.
I think he'll be a great big brother..... But I'm not ready for him to be one yet.
I still call him Baby Z.
I want him to stay my baby.....forever. I stress everyday about the day when he won't hug and kiss me willingly, snuggle up on my lap, and run to me for every problem.
I dread the day when he "hates" me and his daddy.
I love the way he gets so excited when I walk in the door, even if I was only gone for a few minutes.
How come being a parent is so hard? Maybe because it's so good?
1 comment:
Very well written, I've felt those same feelings. And sometimes I even wish they were my sweet toddlers again.
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