Tonight as I tucked munchkin into bed, he announced that he was reading to me. I laid down next to him and listened. He is getting so big and so confident in his reading. I am so proud of how hard he works at reading.
This is bittersweet...we have been reading together everyday since he was born. When Robert was here we read as a family. I knew from my childhood, the best way to give him the gift of reading enjoyment was to read to him. I have such fond memories of reading with my parents and grandparents. I really wanted to give him the same. So it began, on the first night home from the hospital, as we basked in the glow of new parenthood, we began our routine of reading to him.
Today however, I realize that an imperceptible yet earth moving shift is taking place. I am slowly but surely being sidelined. He no longer needs help bathing or getting dressed-barely needs help with games or legos and now chooses to read to me. I hugged him extra tight because I know that my baby boy is growing up-as he should. Life moves on. Often at breakneck speed. Unless we stop for a moment to glance around, we miss it.
I am sure that all parents feel this duality-pride in how far their kids have come and a slight twinge at the realization that there is no going back to the time when our kids fully depended on us.
I guess this is the point where families generally decide whether to start working on a sibling...unless of course that decision has been made for you.