Loukia with her son Christos
Lou and I met in the blogosphere, and quickly became friends. It might be because we have similar likes and dislikes, or because we were born on the same day, September 3rd 1976 (sorry Lou, now everyone knows how old you are 
.) Or it might just be because she is sweet, friendly, supportive and just an all-around lovely gal 
In this post, as well as on her blog, Loulou’s Views, she shares some of her experiences and challenges as a mom to her two boys, Christos and Dimitri.
I don’t know about you, but I’m a sobbing mess when my children reach certain ‘milestones’. Since becoming a mom, I am way more emotional then I used to be. It’s a whole new world. Everything makes me cry.
Remember how exciting it was to see your child reach a certain milestone? The first smile, the first crawl, and the first time they walked? With each milestone, I shed a few tears, because it just reminded me how the baby phase doesn’t last forever. In fact, the baby phase goes away much too quickly, if you ask me.
Haven’t we all said “I can’t wait untiil they grow up!” at one point or another? And then, when that day comes, you wonder how it snuck up on you so fast. And that you didn’t really mean it, after all. Don’t get me wrong – I love each stage more then the next one – but seriously? Don’t you just miss the baby stage?
There are certain things I’ll always remember with my two boys, and how emotional they were for me. Giving my first born a bottle for the first time was especially heart-wrentching. Then, formula. I felt horrible! I felt the same when I had to start giving my second baby a bottle and formula as well. (I breastfed both for 6 months each). It was a hard adjustment, but a necessary one.
Other ‘milestones’ that meant meltdown for me included the day my oldest son was toilet trained – yes, it only took 1 day, and yes, I was happy, but at the same time, another stage of baby-ness, flushed down the toilet!
When he gave up his soother that was especially emotional for me. That was the last baby thing he had, still. Now he’s a 3 and half year old big boy. Who can do so much on his own.
And my baby? He’s already 15 months old. Although he is still very much my darling baby, he is also very independent. He runs around everywhere, wanting to do everything his older brother is doing, and he loves feeding himself. Even prefers it over me feeding him.(Insert waterworks here).
It’s amazing and wonderful and such a blessing to be a mom, don’t you think? And seeing your children reach all their milestones is something to be very proud of. But can we all agree that it is not always easy to accept? Because baby, they grow up so fast!
I’m hoping I can convince both my boys to use the money in their accounts to buy homes next to mine when they grow up. I expect nothing less. Because if they move far away from their mommy, I’ll have to be put away.
Lou with her youngest, Dimitri
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It is sooooo hard watching/letting them grow up! They could at least slow down a little…sheesh!
I hear you on the whole wishing they would get past a certain stage and then regretting it when they do move on. I remind myself everyday to enjoy each stage, even if it can be frustrating at that moment. Good Luck.
Holy crap! MY birthday is September 3rd, 1975! I’ve only met two other people my entire life that share my birthday (and one was born last year!). Craziness.
And I totally get you on the babyness fading away. I felt that to the nth degree when Hollis weaned himself at 14 mos. SO SAD. Ugh, I just felt terrible. Now I can’t wait to have baby #2. I think I’ll savor his/her stages even more now that I know what it’s like and how fleeting they are.
Oh…yes, the tears…I can’t even describe the feeling…YOU did it well LouLou
Such a bittersweetness. Great post!
That was a nice post. As someone with a teenager, I remember feeling like that. Now…….I look at her bedroom and start mentally planning the new studio I’m going to turn it into.
I still do that wishing thing ,and then regretting it and wanting to go back in time…and my kids are 11 and 14. And right now, although I more dislike what they do and say than adore, I know I will still miss this part of their lives when they’re older, because they’re still pretty innocent and very young, in the grand scheme of things.
I cry too all the time over stuff. We have a one and only and I thought it makes it harder, but I don’t know I think it is just hard.
I remember trying to act like a mature adult when I met my oldest’s 2nd grade teacher. I kept tearing up because I’d just seen my youngest off to kindergarten. Opps, I’m still tearing up today remembering, and now he’s getting done with the 7th grade.
Welcome to ranks of those of us who see time as the mortal enemy.