Iâ€™m pretty sure Iâ€™ve said this before, but 4.5 years old is my favorite age by far. Thereâ€™s just something about this age that is sweet and wonderful and perfect and silly. Quinn has turned into the most awesome tiny human, and I absolutely love spending our â€śQuinn and Mummaâ€ť days together.
Iâ€™ve really started to make it a point to embrace our time together, and I constantly make mental notes of my favorite warm and fuzzy moments. I want to hold onto the memories of Quinn at this age and remember them the best I can. Even still, during these sweet moments, I canâ€™t help but ask myself whether itâ€™s the last time.
As Quinn gets older, thereâ€™s certain things that heâ€™s physically too big for, like riding around on the bottom of the cart at Target. Pretty soon, he wonâ€™t fit there anymore.
Same goes for his stroller. He barely fits in it now, but when he asked me to take Murphy for a walk with the stroller this afternoon, I didnâ€™t turn him down. (It was his code for wanting to take a nap on the walk.) I covered Quinn with â€śGeetâ€ť and â€śNoonieâ€ť (his blankets), and he fell right to sleep. Was this the last time?
And playing games. Ok, maybe Quinn will always enjoy playing games (I know Mal and I still do), but he wonâ€™t need us to read the rules and set it up. Quinn will need us less and less as the years pass, so itâ€™s hard not to wonder if these moments are truly the last of their kind.
Before Quinn goes to bed at night, we always snuggle on his couch and â€śtalk about our days.â€ť Tonight, we chatted for a little bit, but he was fast asleep within minutes â€“ his head on my chest and his arms draped on either side of me.Â Being a mom is awesome in so many ways, but these fleeting moments are so bittersweet.
Iâ€™m feeling nostalgic, grateful, and full of love as I finish this blog post and head to bed. I know when Iâ€™m with Quinn tomorrow, Iâ€™ll still wonder whether or notÂ this is the last time, but I also know Iâ€™ll cherish and embrace it even more.