To so many people this is a pretty normal, albeit cute picture of a baby.
To me it’s a picture of MY baby. It’s a picture of the Human Being that turned me into a mummy.
It’s a picture that is now over 9 years old.
Gone are the days when this one could be carried around in my arms and snuggled into peaceful slumber. This little piece of gorgeousness, no matter how not-so-little she gets, will always be my baby. Yet she’s not a baby anymore. Heck, she’s not even a young child anymore.
Getting to know so many brilliant bloggers who are still in the throws of babydom and allthings toddler has reminded me that I’m at a different stage of life now. My littlest bear still feels ‘young’ to me, but at seven, we’re not dealing with teething and night feeds anymore. Those days are so tough. But I do miss them. That baby smell. That heart warming first baby-giggle. That lack of cognitive skills to answer back… Sigh.
If you’ve not been over to the shiny new Facebook Page, be a dear and go and give it some love…
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