Just like that, my baby is no longer a baby.
Just like that, a toddler before my eyes.
Just like that, a year – then more – have gone by,
I thought for certain, worried all the time, that this stubborn child of mine would never eat like he should, then just like that, no more baby food. Just like that, he’s feeding himself – french toast, cereal, hot dogs. He moseys on up to us to see what we’re eating, always begging for a taste.
I wondered in fear if my baby would ever move like he should, worried that all he did was bounce on his butt, then just like that, he crawled and I nearly cried. It was slow and tentative at first. A movement, then a rest, then a movement again. But then just like that, we can’t keep him still as he flies across the room, attempting to bust open the baby gate so he can explore even more.
This baby – this BOY, really – is doing just what he should, just when he should… no timeline required.
Just like that.