Before After

Last week was a very sad week for me. Why you ask? Well, I had to finally let go and accept that my babies will never again be babies. Why you ask again? We gave the cot (crib for my American friends) away and put a bed in for Joshua. I knew they had passed the baby stage and that they are growing. But to so physically have to admit it and move the last bit of baby evidence out, it really hit home. Never again will I have a little baby around. Never again will I have them fall asleep on my chest and have them lie there for hours on end, contented. Never again for many things... Now, don't get me wrong. I loved the baby stage, but it was really hard work. I am glad that that stage has passed. No more wakings at night to feed and change nappies. No more having to do everything for them. No more having to carry them everywhere they wanted to be. Now, whenever I congratulate someone with a new baby, I am very happy for them but oh so glad that it's not me. Now, you might think I am a very hard person, but if you have small children, you will understand what I mean. So, coming back to my point.I love to see my children grow and develop, but I am sad that that part of their and my life is forever past.
Bella playing in it for the last little bit.