Last week, T turned four.
I can hardly believe it. But what’s harder to believe is the change I feel this year.
For the first time the anniversary of T’s due date (a full two weeks before his birthday) came & went without me noticing.
On the morning of T’s birthday, MFA Dad & I weren’t sure of the exact time he was born.
The memories of the first couple of days of T’s life are starting to get a bit fuzzy. (I better finish editing that birth story soon!)
T is not a baby anymore (duh!) and I am not the mother of a baby.
It’s an adjustment. Baby talk, weaning & not weaning, denial. We’re dealing with it all (sometimes with grace… sometimes without…).
A bit silly to be realizing all this now, but so much happens in four short years… It’s hard to keep up emotionally. I’m trying.