My son broke his Winnie the Pooh bowl today. He wasn’t sad about it, but I was.
The days of Winnie the Pooh dishware, brightly-colored plastic spoons and Sesame Street seem to be over. I beg him to watch Word World or Wow Wow Wubzy but he insists on Iron Man and Spider Man (which includes the countless ads for AirHogs and Bendaroos). I know it is clique to write about, but really, where has the last four and a half years gone?
I look through pictures and short movies of him on my computer. God, he was such a cutie.
I used to hold him while he napped. I insisted that that is the only way he would sleep and if I put him in his crib he would wake up immediately. I really don’t know if that is true because I never tried. I knew that nap time would be over soon and he was just so precious.
Last week was momentous for my son and for myself. He slept through the night in his own bed. The WHOLE night! This is big, really BIG. For his entire life he has come into our bed. Sometimes it would be 5 in the morning, but usually it was 1 a.m. or 2 a.m. He and I would share a pillow and needless to say I didn’t get the greatest shut eye.
But we enacted a star reward system, tied to exciting prizes and he has been staying in his room! I used to lay down with him and then sneak out after he went to sleep. Now I sit on his bed for ten minutes and then go out. It is truly amazing.
And it is hard. Hard to walk out and know that he is getting bigger and bigger. And the driver’s permit is just around the corner.
Just like holding on to him (literally) when he was a baby sleeping, I realize that each stage needs to be treasured. Everyday he makes me laugh. Whether it is him acting out a scene from Kung Fu Panda or if it is a long thesis about the origins of Optimus Prime. And he is becoming a real person concerned about others. The other day he said he wanted to give some of his money to people who were hungry. (I couldn’t resist a little bragging…sorry.)
I guess I’m okay with throwing out his Winnie the Pooh dish. And honestly, I don’t think he ever really liked it. However, neither him nor I are ready to give away the extra small Spiderman underroo shirt though.
It’s ok…I think I would cry if I broke my Winnie the Pooh bowl! =)
This made me cry! I feel the same way.
Oh Georgia, you’ve captured in writing so well what every parent experiences. Time passes and the kids grow older….and just like that, they no longer have the same needs as when they were young. You never quite realize when it is happening but each day they change and become more and more independant. I cried last week when my ‘Baby’ drove away in a car all by himself for the first time! It is scary and sad but so wonderful at the same time. You said it, you’ve got to cherish each stage because it is gone…..in the blink of an eye.