I was rocking Colin in the rocking chair before bed and he laid down sideways, wanting me to cradle him like a newborn. He was cuddling his blanket next to his face and sucking on his finger.
"Are you Mommy's baby or Mommy's big boy?" I asked.
"Mama bay-bee. Me Mama bay-bee," he replied.
And he is my baby still.
Despite the fact that his legs are hanging over the side of the rocking chair because he's so tall.
And that he now sings along with his lullaby and prays with me.
And usually informs me that "No bed. Me no sleepeee."
The baby stage is far behind us. I blinked. Now were talking about potty training and preschool. I have a little man who is only a shadow of my baby boy. But as long as he's still calling himself my baby and still wants to cuddle with me and still loves to grab my face and give me slobbery kisses and says "Wub ouuuuu, Mama" and loves to hold my hand….
He's still my baby.
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Melissa, I totally *get* what you’re describing! When I think of how fewer cuddles I get these days with my 5-yr-old, I take in the cuddling moments with the 2-yr-old a little more deeply.
i know. i know these days are numbered and it makes them even more treasured!!!
it’s just going by so fast!
Such a cutie. Don’t give up on the cuddling. I still chase after my 9 and 12 year old. Sometimes they protest, but many times I have overheard their friends say something along the lines of that they wish their mom still hugged them.