I feel like I’ve reached the end of an era–sort of.
Every year after one of my kids has a birthday, I dig out the baby book and fill out the most recent birthday page.
So after Carter’s birthday, that’s what I did. I shuffled through, looking for the page for Birthday #6.
But it wasn’t there.
Because baby books generally go up to age five.
That’s it. My first baby’s baby book is done.
I’m not quite sure how to feel about that.
He’s mature, smart, self-sufficient, and SIX.
I realize that in a few years, six will seem like such a small number. And I’ll look back at pictures and think, He was so little then!
So while I’m feeling a bit nostalgic as I flip through the pages of his baby book (and my heart is feeling a bit of an ache for the baby he once was), I’m also flipping through the pages of his “Birthday Book,” a book that has a page for each year up to page 18. (Yes, yes, a baby book AND birthday book. I’m a documenting, word-obsessed mama.)
Ages 8, 11, 16, 18…
More years to come. More growth. More firsts.
So many hopes and dreams for the years ahead.
As I’m saying goodbye to the baby book, I’m also saying hello to his future. Future friends, activities, disappointments, and successes.
And as his mom, I get to come along for the ride.
Motherhood is a blessed, blessed position to find myself in. And even though it goes by in the blink of an eye, I feel so rich to be able to look forward to the years ahead.
Even though I’m done with the baby book, I still have 12 years left of “The Birthday Book.”
And I’m excited for God’s plan for Carter and how those pages will be filled.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” – Jeremiah 29:11