Luke has figured out how to crawl.Â He’s pretty fast, too.Â He’ll see something he wants — like his stuffed monkey lying two feet away — and he’ll start moving those little legs.Â Next thing you know, he’s got the monkey pinned to the ground in a wrestling hold.
Part of me beams with pride.Â I see him and think, You go, little dude!Â The world is yours!
Another part of me feels dread in the pit of my stomach at the thought of re-babyproofing the house.
And another part of me watches him scoot and feels a stab of sadness.Â I see him and think, Can’t he stay a baby just a little bit longer?Â Just a bit?
These three different feelings often coexist at exactly the same moment.Â That could be worrisome to me, but it isn’t.Â I know that it doesn’t mean I’m emotionally unbalanced, or anything like that.
It just means I’m a mom.