OK, we don't really celebrate all the monthly birthdays, but the 11th month is kind of like the warning sign that this baby, who was moved from newborn, to infant, is now on the cusp of becoming a one-year-old toddler. She's climbing and standing pretty steadily on her stubby little legs (I promise not to say that to her when she's in High School), and I predict she'll be walking before her first birthday. Now any parent can sympathize – it's hard to see your child, who used to be small enough to cradle in a forearm, get so big that you can pull a minor muscle group lifting them. It might be a feeling of seeing them grow more independent, where they won't need you to carry them around anymore to get somewhere (but still need you to feed them). But it's also a little depressing to know that you can never go back. The memory of you having to support their neck when you held them won't happen again. And it'll be replaced with supporting their arms for their first steps, or balancing them on one foot when they put their shoes on to go to the park.
I don't want to grow up!But it's never good to live in the past, so I will save these words and pictures and accept them as rapidly passing memories and look forward to what these two will teach me as they, and I, get older.
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