G turn into a big boy, right before my eyes.
He’s almost 2 1/2 years old and I can see something in his face and in his body changing from that toddler to that little kid.
It’s a very odd thing. I mean, I saw him go from baby to toddler, and that was pretty dramatic, and I am watching Ivy go through the same transition, but this change is different. This change means he is becoming a real person, not just a baby or a bigger baby, but someone who is getting ready (slowly) to be an individual doing things and going places on his own.
So strange. I can almost see the boy he will be. Almost, almost see the man he will be.
Many moms would be sad to see this change, I think. Sad to feel like they are losing their little baby, but not me. I can’t feel sad about it. I find it more along the lines of exciting. Of course, I think I am really not a very good mom of toddlers. I don’t think it’s my thing, and I think I will have much more of a handle on older kids. I really can’t wait.
I might be the only mother alive who would rather have teenagers than babies. Well, I’ll be getting my wish sooner than I think.