Saturday, June 4, 2011
The End of an Era: a Slumber Party, a Sleepover and a Big Boy Bed
What a Saturday night.
My oldest - she's seven - is at her first slumber party.
My middle one - she's five - is at her first solo all-by-herself sleepover at grandma's place.
And my youngest - who I still call the baby - he's spending his first night in his big boy bed.
So I guess he's not a baby. But he is still a toddler. A toddler who is growing up way too fast.
I'm thinking that when I'm saying goodbye to the last one outside his dorm room at some leafy liberal arts college in New England, I'll look back at this and laugh about how ridiculous I'm being to think they're already so grown-up, but tonight all I can think about is how it's The End of an Era.
And it makes me just a little bit sad.
I am going to try and console myself with some bad TV and several good drinks, but it wouldn't hurt if I won Mommy Short's Contest for the UnSexiest Parenting Moment. As the children grow-up so quickly, these beautiful memories of diaper blowouts mean all the more.