Yesterday and today are huge milestones for my family. My little baby big boy stayed the night with his grandparents last night. He is 16 months old, and this is his first time to spend the night away from mommy. I didn’t realize until yesterday afternoon how hard this would be for me. I have been excited for the past week, about getting to sleep in… and it didn’t sink in until I started to pack his overnight bags that my baby, is not such a baby anymore :'(
|I’m ready to go Mommy!|
It was pretty hard dropping him off, and giving him hugs and kisses goodnight and then leaving. He did great, didn’t even fuss when his grandma put him to bed, and she said he woke up this morning at a normal time, and had a HUGE breakfast. He’s doing fabulous. and I’m…still emotional. It’s hard watching him grow up! But, I knew it was time for him to take this step, he was ready, even if I was not ;)
I was thinking about all this last night after we had dropped him off. and I was realizing how important it is to me, that we did this for him, even though it is hard for me. I don’t want to hold my son back from things because of my own insecurities. I want to encourage him to do things that would be good for him, even when it is hard for me to let go. I’m trying to let him do things when HE is ready, even if I don’t feel ready, and that’s hard.
Looking back, when I was growing up my parents held me back from a LOT of things for various reasons. Most of them were their own personal insecurities, or irrational fears etc. I missed out on a lot of awesome experiences as a kid because of that, and I don’t want to be that way with my kids. Letting go is hard, even in something as small as a sleep over. But I’m determined to learn and grow along with my kids. To do what is uncomfortable for me, if it means doing what’s best for them. Even when it makes my heart hurt the first time (like today).
|last kisses and hugs until tomorrow afternoon!|
I’m proud of my little boy for growing up, and being able to spend the night and day with out mommy. He’s confident in himself, he loves his grandparents and they absolutely adore him. It’s not a safety issue, just an emotional one, and I’m proud that he is strong enough to do great with this… He’s stronger than I am in a way ;) but I’m getting there. We are learning together.
*disclaimer – I’m not trying to bash my parents or their parenting skills, but when you grow up a lot of the time you are able to look back at things your parents did and see both the good and the bad in it that you weren’t able to see as a child. Some things they kept me from were for my safety and it was best that I didn’t participate in this or that, but there are a lot of things that I think they were TOO strict on in keeping us close to home, and I don’t want to be that way with my kids. This is one area that I disagree with the way I was raised and so I’m changing it for my family.