Yesterday my youngest baby turned 2 years old and it's been a bit of a roller coaster of emotions for me, on the one hand it's great to see her growing and becoming such a funny and mischievous little character but on the other hand she's not a baby anymore, I now officially have 2 young children and no babies and that makes me feel a bit sad.
Summer starts preschool in a couple of weeks, just for 2 mornings a week but it's the beginning of her school life and I'm looking forward to it and dreading it all at the same time. I can't wait to have 2 whole mornings a week to myself, it's amazing how much I can get done in a few hours when I have no kids to look after but I'm not looking forward to handing over a very clingy, screaming toddler to someone while I run out of the door fighting back the tears myself, I did it with my son and it was tough so I know what I'm in for but I also know it's for the best for both of us.
The older the kids get, the more independent they get and the more I want them to go back to being babies again. Riley turns 5 this year which he's very excited about, he talks about it all the time and the last time he mentioned it I said "don't grow up too quickly though will you" and he replied with something that brought a tear to my eye, he said "don't worry Mum, when I'm 5 I'll still be your baby, when I'm 6 I'll still be your baby, when I'm 7 I'll still be your baby, I'll always be your baby" and he's right they'll always be my babies no matter how old they are.