Reflecting

Five years ago, I was scared, sick of insulin, tired of being uncomfortable and ready for the next 2 weeks or so to pass, so we could start a battle and I could go back to work. 4 years ago, I was tired, cancer free, going back to work, planning you first birthday, fighting with you to use a sippy cup, fighting recurring ear infections and wondering if I would ever sleep through the night again. Three years ago I wondered when you would stop having accidents, ever poop in the potty, would you always

hate bath time, would I ever get out the door on time without stopping to look at every little thing on the planet and still tired. Two years ago I was wondering if I would ever work days again and get my bed time stories back, bath time back, would you ever stop coloring on the walls daily and still not sleeping through the night, last year I was begging you to go to sleep, trying to explain what homework was, thinking you would never stop watching cars 2 and wondering how I created a night owl and a morning person. This year I'm wondering where my baby went in sixteen days you will be five. You still stay up to late but are becoming less of a morning person, I have my bedtime stories back and you now hate bath time ending. I don't want to wonder when it will end because the last five years have flown by, instead I let you stay up way past your bedtime, played with you, read you a book, listened to you tell me where you learned stuff and just let you be you. I love you to the moon and back Cuddle Bug.