If there is anything that I've learned about Peanut it is this: she won't do anything until she wants to. But when she's ready, she's ready and you better not stand in her way.
No matter how we tried to get her to potty train, she wasn't going to do it until she decided to. After months of coaxing and bribing with no results, she started using the potty just like that.
I worried about her first day of preschool last fall. I convinced myself she wouldn't adjust well and we'd have weeks of crying when I dropped her off. Instead, she pushed me out the door, telling me I needed to leave and I cried all the way to work.
After months of internally fretting about whether she would give up her pacifiers, she decided on her own that the Easter bunny could have them to give to other babies. And just like that, no more pacifiers.
And this morning, she announced to us that she no longer needs to snuggle with us before going to bed. Unprompted and out of the blue.
Our evening routine consists of bath, pajamas, brushing teeth and everyone piling into our bed for book reading and a Disney show. Gizmo is whisked off to bed at some point and Peanut is left with the husband and me. It's her time to get our undivided attention. We talk about what we are thankful for. We sing and giggle. She gives me kisses and the husband carries her to bed. She kisses and hugs him 10 times (really, she counts it), asks him where the cat is (she doesn't want the cat in her room) and reminds him to shut the door tightly. This is what we do every single night.
And now, she's decided she's too big for this. She said she will walk to her room on her own. No more snuggling.
I can't even tell you how heartbroken I am over this. I can't write about this without tearing up.
It seems silly to be so upset about this. It's good that she is maturing and making decisions on her own. I know that I need to let her make this decision.
But.
I'm not ready for this and I not-so-secretly hope she still wants to snuggle tonight.
Because she's growing up too damn fast.
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GASP! Oh noooooo. Snuggling is not allowed to be outgrown. Ever. I will have my fingers crossed she doesn't go through with it, or if she does, that it will just be a phase. That would shatter my heart to watch my baby walk down the hall alone to bed.
Geesh, I sure hope she changes her mind. Z loves our nightly routine of reading together in his room, prayers, and lots of hugs before going to sleep. Good luck!
Depending on the day of the week (and whose turn it is to shuffle out to the gym), one of us lays with Heath for a few minutes every night at bedtime. It's becoming clear that he's way too big to fit in bed with my giant husband ... so he informed us just yesterday that he would stop this habit when he turns 4. As in two months from now. I'm already mourning it a little, too.
Aww. I hope she snuggled last night.
Oh balls. TOO SOON! It's just TOO SOON!
Also, the paper? Nicely done, you.
She is her own lady!
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