Regarding my youngest, I'm so grateful that he still has a bit of "little" left in him. Today I'm looking through too many old photos, watching videos, remembering all the excitement of adding him to my nest. By my third baby, I was confident in my role as mother of a newborn. Now I'm back to trial and error as a mother of middles, tweens and teens (stepmom). It's unnerving!
But today I'm celebrating my littlest guy. He still loves footed/sleeper pajamas and wooden toy cars. He is very serious about dressing for any occasion and will select a suit and tie or overalls and flannel accordingly. He's a joiner and likes to be part of whatever group he joins. He is
I love seeing him emerge into his own being. I like that he retains the innocence and charm of childhood. I think he is kind and brave, strong and ambitious. He still reaches for my hand automatically, but he is venturing out alone more and more. He's my last little attachment to mothering little ones and holds an especially tender place in my heart.