The End of an Era

By the time my girls get their first periods, I should be a basket case. Julie got a bed today. I realize it's been a long time coming—after all, she's 3 1/2 already! But still. As I took apart the crib for the last time, laundered the crib bedding, and put it all in the attic (of course I'll donate it somewhere, just not today), I realized that I'm really done having babies. Ever since I had Stephanie, I've fancied the idea of having four kids, but it's really not going to happen. And it's not as though I'm devastated about it; it's not even as if we ever tried for a fourth! Most of the time my brain is aware of how exhausted and strapped I am with three, but whenever I hear of someone with four kids, I get a little pang. Maybe it's the miscarriages I had, I don't know. But my last baby is out of diapers and out of her crib, and I can't decide if I'm happy or sad for myself.

But never mind me, just look at that beautiful face and you'll see someone who's pleased as punch with her big-girl-ness!

Comments

[lisa]

I understand how you feel. My third daughter, Zoe (who was my baby until after 7 years we had a surprise and Owen came along) is now turning 15 this summer. Life is so unbearably wonderful and sad all at the same time when you see your kids growing up. (My eldest is 21) And I am sure I got a puppy last summer to help me deal with the no more babies issue. (Whimper)

[Kathy]

I know what you mean. My youngest (the 3rd one too) is 4 1/2 and I was very sad when we packed away the crib and all the "baby" stuff - although I really am starting to enjoy going places without a diaper bag and all that other baby stuff I lugged around for so many years. I always tell James that he will always be my baby - alhtough he dosen't like that too much!

[scott]

My oldest is 15 now and my youngest is 12. I still can't believe it. And they are certain to be the last ones I ever have.

[Margaret]

Very cute and it is fun for them to grow up. (but it's poignant for us!)