Today I moved Charlotte to her own room.
It was time.
But it is so hard to let go.
She is my last baby to sleep in the cradle. The last baby I will roll over and watch sleep next to me. The last one to wake me with her grunts and wiggles.
We also started putting her in the nursery during church.
I am a firm believer of these small steps of letting go. It makes it easier in the long run. For them. And for us.
While there are days that I am not ready, I know that it is what must be done sooner or later.
And every day she is cooing and smiling more. And feeling more and more like a baby and less like a newborn. Giving me more things to let go of.
It was time.
But it is so hard to let go.
She is my last baby to sleep in the cradle. The last baby I will roll over and watch sleep next to me. The last one to wake me with her grunts and wiggles.
We also started putting her in the nursery during church.
I am a firm believer of these small steps of letting go. It makes it easier in the long run. For them. And for us.
While there are days that I am not ready, I know that it is what must be done sooner or later.
And every day she is cooing and smiling more. And feeling more and more like a baby and less like a newborn. Giving me more things to let go of.
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