Protesting the Inevitable

Today Ruby crawled out of her crib and onto the dresser next to it. She couldn’t get back into the crib or off the dresser, it being too high for her comfort. So she cried as she laid helplessly on the small surface of the dresser. We thought she was just protesting taking a nap and so we didn’t go in to get her for a little while and discover her there. Pour girl. Poor Mama. I don’t want her to grow up and this is the first time she has climbed out of her crib. It meant we had to take it down and transition her into a big girl twin bed. Her little body looks so little there. She is, of course, ecstatic about it. Mom is, of course, not. When your littlest gets big, it makes you wish you could dig your heels into the earth and with the sheer force of your motherly will, stop the rotation of the earth and let time pause for just a little.
I feel that everyday my kids are growing way faster than they ought to. Lyman will be baptized in one year. BAPTISED! I swear I just had him, little tiny in my arms, just born. Corilynn will go to kindergarten next year too. And me, I will slowly sink back into the oblivion mothers dissolve into when their kids grow up and don’t need them anymore. ::sigh:: I hate big girl beds.