Something has changed and I can’t quite put my finger on it. Seemingly overnight, Cullen is so independent now. He’s big and strong, stands on his own, and can entertain himself for quite some time without even noticing me.
The proud mama in me beams with delight, watching him bang puzzle pieces together and flap in the curtains with no help from mom. The sentimental whacko in me interally sobs, realizing that – to some extent – my baby doesn’t need me as much anymore. Sniff!
It feels like every day Cullen is learning and discovering something new. I am completely amazed by this stage of baby-hood. While he is busy being a sponge and soaking up this colorful and noisy world, I’m doing my best to soak in every minute of him still being little.
Even when I’m hungry and dinner is still an hour away from the table, I can’t help but rock him a little longer at night. And when he falls asleep on my chest, every single time I give him a little squeeze and pray that it won’t be the last time. When he lets me, I sniff his head. And I kiss his cheeks no less than 500 times each day.
It’s amazing how wonderful – and yet simultaneously heart-wrenching – watching your baby grow up can feel. But I’m trying to soak up the wonderful and remember that all the next things to come will be just as good (if not better) than the stages that have now passed.
Funny that I already feel this way at just eight months. How will I ever make it to eight years?