Excuse me, who said you could grow up?

My youngest turned three last month and the rate he’s growing up is just killing me! He’s still my baby, only he’s not a baby. In fact, if you accidentally refer to him as a baby, he shouts “I NOT A BABY!”. Chill, dude.

It’s making me so happy/sad. He goes to nursery once a week on Friday morning and he’s made some proper friends. In fact, he has a special friend who is lovely little girl (and possibly his partner in crime). He comes home every week talking about what they’ve been up to, then he chats about her right up until he sees her again.

It seems mental that he’s old enough for me to send him out into the world and he just gets on and makes friends. Friends who send him Christmas cards, no less! He’s pretty much a man now.

Am I the only one who can’t get over this?

I have a daughter but she went to a childminder who’s a friend of the family, and my friend’s daughter also went and was the childminder’s granddaughter, so Emma was kind of forced upon her special friend. Greg making his own friends seems like such a grown up thing to do. Especially as I don’t know any of his friends, I feel so out of the loop!

I’ve now come to accept that Greg is now a child instead of a baby. This has made me incredibly broody, but I’m right in the middle of my degree and I could do with shifting a few (hundred) pounds. Also, I assumed I’d be really rich if I decided to have a third child, which is yet to happen.

There’s also the issue that I can’t just have a baby every time the youngest starts looking a bit old. I can’t be certain, but I suspect my sister does this (why else would she have five children? Hi if you’re reading this!)

So I just have to live with both my children hurtling towards adulthood. Does anyone cope with this well?

Someone please reassure me this gets easier!

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