Last night was the last night my “baby” Jack slept in his crib. His big boy bed is being delivered today and I have mixed feelings about it. Although he’s the size of a four year old and clearly big enough for big boy bed, he’s still my baby. Yet, he’ll always be my baby. He’s my last one.
I’ve struggled with Jack being my last baby. On one hand, I am ready to move forward to the next chapter of our lives. Although babies signify everything precious and good in this world, I won’t miss the frequent feedings, middle of the night wakings, and lack of flexibility. I can now see the light at the end of the tunnel with Jack being 2 ½, Charlie almost 4 and Luke 7. We are creeping out of the trenches and enjoying the greater freedom that comes from having your kids getting older (unfortunately that means we’re getting older too!). Yet, there is still a place in my heart that will always feel like there’s room for one more.
So as we prepare to pass along our crib, which has safely held my niece, nephew, Charlie, and Jack, I am eager and yet somber as we pass it along to my cousin. Her sweet new baby girl has not yet entered the world, but she will soon. And this beautiful crib will embrace her too, just like it has with her second cousins. It will provide a place for comfort, sweet dreams, and silly giggles.
Farewell crib…hello big boy bed. Cheers to change and to new adventures that are waiting for us in this new chapter.