I know it seems so minor, but to me, it’s huge, epic even.
Bug no longer wants to use his “youth” chair. The high chairs we use for our kids grow with them. Bug first sat in his at 6 months old and up until last week, he sat in it every day for three years and ten months. Every. Single. Day.
Then just like that, it was over. He asked us to sit in a big chair, just like mommy and daddy. He was adamant about no longer using baby bowls and wanted a glass bowl for cereal. He even demanded (with a quiet please after I gave him a look) a spoon the size of his head because that’s what daddy uses.
He’s growing up.
The other day, he told me he wanted to be five because that’s when you get your big boy teeth. This morning he asked me when he could ride that school bus that we pass on the way to the YMCA every day.
Slow down sweetie. Slow down.
You have your whole life in front of you. There is much time to do all those things, the things you are so eager to do.
Don’t wish it away my darling. I’m guilty of it too. But time passes too quickly. Way too quickly.
For now, I’m going to take comfort in the small things. Instead of spending dinner on your knees, I offered you a booster seat, and you agreed. Whew, you are still small. My small but super grown-up little boy.
I keep thinking you’ll change your mind, but it’s been a week and there’s been no mention of the chair sitting in the dining room.
You’re over it. And I’m clinging to it with all of my might.
Letting go is not for the faint of heart.