There are a few things as a parent that we know are inevitable. Our child growing up is one of them (it’s multifaceted; it doesn’t happen all at once, which kind of makes it drag on). It usually happens faster than we’d like. It’s rewarding to watch the transformation, though.
Baby Gray has had quite a bit going on this week. He slept in a big bed at Annie’s this weekend.
Then he came home and told me he wasn’t a baby anymore. He has said this before, but usually it’s fleeting. This time he seems to mean it. He’s said it several times over several days.
Don’t get me wrong. I want him to grow up. Honestly, I do. That’s my job as a parent–to grow an independent man from a tiny baby boy. A man who goes out and makes a difference. A man who follows Christ and goes on to lead his own family in the ways he has learned. That is our job. I couldn’t be more proud of the little boy he is becoming–even if I’m not quite ready to not have a baby anymore.
