Big Boy Bed (and other milestones)

It was a big weekend for us at the Aars house. Isaiah made the leap from crib to big boy bed.

It's the first big milestone for him. And truth be told, it was much harder on Mommy then it was on Isaiah.

I spent the entire week leading up to it wiping away tears as I tucked him into his crib each night. I'd stare down into his sweet face, desperately trying to capture a mental image I could keep in my heart forever.

As for Isaiah? He couldn't wait to try out his new bed. And he still gets excited every night (and nap time too, for that matter.)

It's just so hard to see my baby (who's not such a baby) growing up on me. But why is that?

When you really stop and think about it, it doesn't make any sense.

As a parent, our number one goal is to raise up our children to be kind, respectful, independent, and godly adults.

(No pressure or anything.)

And we only have a short window of time to complete that lofty objective.

Simply put, we are stewards of our children, and they are only on loan to us.

So why do we get so surprised, so hoodwinked, and so hurt that they are growing up before our eyes? Isn't that the goal?

Really...moving Isaiah to a big boy bed was just as much a milestone for me as it was for him. It's the mark of a job well done, so far anyway. We've still got a long way to go.

But it got me thinking...

As Moms, we should learn to celebrate the milestones as much as we mourn them, if not more.

In any other position in life, you celebrate the victories; the new account won, the deadline beat, or the project completed.

So why would we not do the same?

Answer: Because we love our jobs so much, it actually hurts us to see time pass us by.

(Now that's a dream job).

But let's face it. Our job is tough, too. And we need to celebrate the wins.

In theory, we may be have the only job on the planet who's main goal is to prepare for our own obsolescence. So with every milestone, we actually take a step closer to our success.

That's the way I'm choosing to look at it, anyway.

Don't get me wrong, I still tear up when I walk by his empty crib. I mean, I'm only human right?

But at least now, I'm smiling as I wipe away those tears. (And secretly high-fiving Moms everywhere...)


Alli Aars (You have your blog, we have Aars)

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