Piglet is 19 months old now and we are certain that our baby days are over. (I mean, everyone’s sharing a room, so yeah.) And I have to say that I am completely surprised by how difficult it’s been to get rid of her last pair of baby shoes.
These little shoes have been sitting by our garage door for the last two months. Two months. I’m supposed to put them in a bag and take them to the clothing collection box, but I just can’t seem to do it.
Don’t get me wrong: I have no desire to be pregnant again. And I certainly have no desire to experience labor and delivery again. But the finality of admitting that I’ll never snuggle a newborn or nurse during the night or rub the bottom of a soft baby foot that’s never touched the ground makes me sad. And the fact that this means I’m definitely getting older and entering a new phase of my life isn’t the most welcoming thought either.
Meanwhile, Piglet is making it very clear that she’s not a baby any longer. She’s running through the house, saying any word she can think of, and beginning to throw tantrums. So I know the baby years are over for us. But I just can’t get rid of the shoes.
How did you make peace with the fact that your baby years were over? Do you still struggle with feelings of baby lust? How did you transition into a new phase of motherhood? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments!