Do you get happy or sad when your kids hit a milestone?
My one friend seems to find every milestone devastating. My other friend celebrates them. It’s difficult for me to do either full on.
I guess I'm neutral about Lincoln growing up. Please, don’t take that as I don’t care. I do, I do, I do. It’s just that for each milestone – walking, talking, and the latest sleeping in his big boy bed – I’ve been so extremely happy and so extremely sad that it just kind of levels out.
Of course, I’m extremely proud. I’m proud Linc is in his big boy bed (and staying there throughout the night). I’m proud of all the new things he can do. I’m proud of his independence (OK, that one does sting a little bit). Each step forward is amazing. I can get sad at times, I can get happy at times -- about the same thing. Pride, however, is always there.
You go, boy!
If you can't make out the picture, that's Linc snoozing in his big boy bed.
Erin Hill is a first-time mom to Lincoln, who was born in January 2010. She's learning as she goes and is experiencing everything a new mom goes through while seeing the humor, irony, and enjoyment in her adventures.
Erin is a full-time technical writer and features freelance writer in her "spare time." She lives in Plum with Lincoln, her husband, Adam, their dog, Roxie, and five (yes, five) cats, Nirvana, Gary Roberts, Elvis, Talbot and Forrest.