I remember the day we carefully picked you out and took you home. It was Valentine’s Day, which seems fitting now, as you became the focal point in a room that was bursting with love.
I remember how proud and excited I was to have finally painted that room exactly how I had envisioned.
To have helped in building and arranging all the pieces to provide a perfect space to both calm and stimulate growing minds.
After the long wait, it was time. I remember the first time I laid my sweet boy’s head on you, how I trusted you to be both strong and soft at the same time, for all of his needs.
You were more than just sleeping quarters for our little ones- you were safety, you were comfort, you withstood the bouncing, you held in the stuffies, you were a trusted friend.
You were there for long sick nights, the very first roll overs and you witnessed the tears, regardless of why they were spilt or from whom.
And after over 5 years of cradling our babes, after weathering the storms of spits ups and teething and standing tall through it all, the time has come to say good-bye.
I never imagined a life without babies, our days and months and years, have been so full of babies, it never occurred to me that the day would come when the crib would come down and our need for you would end.
Thank you for always being a soft place to land for our boys.
I look at my youngest every single day and whisper ‘I am going to miss you’.
Of course he isn’t actually going anywhere, but that sweet cherub baby face is disappearing. The sound of his voice as he learns to talk and his chubby legged wobble as he masters his walk, is all but vanishing before my eyes. As much as I try to hold onto the moment, the time swiftly falls between my fingers.
Baby, I miss you already.
My heart aches.
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