My son Donovan will be 5 in less then 2 weeks. I was talking to him yesterday about what happened 5 years ago. I told him how 5 years ago my belly was "this big" and he was in it.
I told him how his daddy and me didn't know if he was a girl or a boy and I told him about the best parts of my days back then, lying in bed, watching him turn somersaults in my tummy and having the feeling that something Great was about to happen to me!!
He always likes when I tell him stories of 'before' (thats what we call them)
He really enjoys finding out how he got to where he is today.
I miss his infancy, and his toddlerhood. I see other babies and toddlers and wonder to myself, was MY son ever THAT small?
It's so hard to remember a time when he really needed my help, I mean really needed it. Nowadays he just says he needs my help cause he can be terribly lazy.
He will start kindergarten in the fall and I am for sure that I will be the only one crying.
He will be a BIG FROG in a matter of days, and the reign of 'Donovan the Baby' will be officially over.
I am almost crying as I write this, as it is so sad to think that he will never be my baby boy again.
He is such a great kid, I know somewhere I did something right.
I guess I have to give some credit to his dad. Though for any of you who know, that's a stretch to do so. Donovan loves his dad, but someday...anyway.
I just wanted to hold onto him being a little kid a little longer. That saying "They grow up so fast" is so true, and you know what? IT SUCKS!!!
I don't see my self having another baby soon, perhaps in a few years, I am still sort of young, but for now I am going to miss Donovan being a baby, wanting to watch The Wiggles instead of Cartoon Network. Wanting to cuddle on the couch with me instead of Playing a game he made up, his favorite is "Level 2 Fear Factor". Yes I let my kid watch Fear Factor, its better than letting him watch violent movies that seem unrealistic to a young child. If you ask him, he can tell you , those stunts are all watched by the guys who won't let you get hurt, and that you NEVER EVER do them at home. I at least taught him that!!
I finally got him to sleep in his own bed here a few weeks back, he had been co-sleeping since age 2. Thats hard for me to adjust to, I never thought it would be, but I am dealing.
I have to say, its nice to have my bed back.
oh anyway...I love my kid so much that sometimes I feel like my heart may just explode, but no matter what happens, I find happiness in knowing that I had a hand in giving my son a happy childhood.

Here's to the reign of "Donovan the Boy"...bring it on!!!