SubscribeBIG GIRLS AND SNIVELING BABIES
At precisely 2 & 1/3 years old, she’s trying out a big-girl bed tonight. We’re happy for her, and proud of her of course, but it’s a little sad for us supposed adults. Especially as we stand in the doorway of what yesterday was a baby’s room, with a crib and a nightlight and all the cuteness of a sleepytime refuge, and know that when I open that same door tomorrow morning, as I do every morning, I’ll see my little girl — not my baby — in a regular bed (albeit tiny), which can be hopped right out of, beside a play table and toys and pillows and all the trappings of big-girlhood.
I have to put a cap on the sentimentality at least a little bit — I’m a dude, after all — but yeah. It’s hard. And she did cry a bit after I put her down tonight, which was sad. But now she’s quiet again, and I’m working again, and I’m reminded that sleep is sleep, and the places she goes in her dreams are no different than they were yesterday. For now.
Here she is playing in the field outside my cousin Ryan’s wedding reception on Saturday.
Oh, what a charming post! I remember when you transitioned to the trundle bed. You and Ted looked so little in that great big bed!
Thanks for having us over the weekend — I love spending time with you guys.
The picture is adorable!
Love and hugs
Mom
Thank goodness you didn’t do it one MOMENT before the precise 2 & 1/3 age that all the parenting books recommend. :-)
aw, beautifully said. big sigh. and total sweetness.