Bye Bye Crib…

The time has finally come and I don’t think I’m ready for it. My daughter’s crib is going away this weekend. She will be officially transitioned to a twin bed. It’s a scary process. For me not her. She will love it. I have no doubt.

I have the new bedding, I have the side guard. I have the mattress protector. And I have a willing kid. I just wish I was 100 percent on board. I know she needs the space to sleep but the closing of this baby chapter of our last baby is hard.

I have done this transition twice before with my older boys. This time it’s harder. And I think it’s the emotion of knowing I’ll never need the crib again. The truth is when my second son moved to a bed I don’t think I was this sad. I think I was happy that the baby stage was over. I wasn’t planning on having another child so I was okay with getting rid of the crib. I was ready.

Eight years later we got an unexpected blessing of our beautiful baby girl. She has been a wonderful and unknowingly needed addition to our family. And now that SHE is growing up I am realizing how fast it really goes. I am excited for a “little girl” room rather than her “nursery”. But I am going to miss her needing me to get her out of the crib with her arms raised waiting to be picked up. I am going to miss putting her down for the night and walking out of the room knowing she can’t follow.

Knowing that she really is the last little one I will have is sad. It makes me yearn for another but I know that it is impossible. I try to be excited about the next phase but my heart pulls for her to stay little a little longer.

So I’ll make these last couple nights extra special. A couple extra books at night, a couple extra snuggles. A few more pictures of her nursery as it is now. And then we will move on, into the next chapter of our little girl’s life.