I’m having a hard time expressing my thoughts on this post, so please bear with me.

Children grow so quickly. Before you know it, they’ve mastered a new skill and some of those “baby” habits have been left behind. Some of their needs are replaced by new ones. You no longer have to burp your infant after each feeding. You no longer have to lay them on their back to fall asleep…because they are just going to roll over anyways. You no longer have to feed them with a spoon because they can do it themselves.

As I observe my children, I can’t help but ask myself, will this be the last time? Will this be the last time I have a baby that needs this from me? No doubt I find it depressing to think about. It makes me feel old. It makes me yearn for “just one more.” But if there was another baby, would I again find myself thinking “just one more?” I don’t really have any answers here. I don’t really have any reasons for writing this post except to reflect. I just wonder, am I the only one who thinks this way? Can other mommas relate?