Sean is already 4 1/2 months old, and though it feels like moments ago that I first held him in the hospital, I can already see him getting ready to take his next steps developmentally — rolling over more regularly, creeping, eating solid foods. And I can’t help but want to hold onto this stage a little longer. I love those moments when I’m rocking him to sleep, when he’s just drowsed off, and I know I get to sit with him for another ten or twenty minutes, rubbing his back, just to back sure he’s good and down.
I love the way he kicks his legs when we go to change him, like he’s doing a vertical jig on the changing table. I love how his face lights up when he sees me, or Daddy, and I ADORE how excited he gets to see Kaylee. I love the noises he makes — his giggles and cries, and the sweet little sigh he makes that’s almost a laugh, that Doyce describes as his happiness leaking out.
I love bringing him to my Nia classes, and dancing with him, and how he watches all the other ladies dancing and lights up the room.
I love when he’s in my arms, and his fingers pluck on my side, like he doesn’t want to grab, but just reassure himself that I’m there. I love when he smiles in his sleep.
I love my little man. I just wish he would stay my little man a little while longer.
I feel the same way sometimes … but every day it also gets better. Watching my own child become more and more her own person, more capable, has been awesome.