I still haven’t given up my glider. I love holding my boys, rocking back and forth, and rubbing their little backs.
For the past 5 years, I’ve had a little boy whose head fit under my chin while I rocked him, so that I could rest my chin on his head. Monkey was a little older and still able to have it be that way, since my gigantic pregnant belly forced him to sit farther away. Then, Bear and Cub quickly followed.
But, this morning, as I was rocking Cub, I realized that his head now rests on my shoulder.
I can do some weird and painful contortion so that I can still get my chin on his little head, but it’s just not the same.
He’s too big for that.
My last little guy.
And NO, don’t tell me that I can always have another. Three is enough for us.
And Hubs had the big snip-snip 2 months ago to ensure that three is all we have.
I knew it would hit me at some point that there will be no more babies in this house. All it took was no more resting my chin on a little baby head while we rock.