This weekend Drake took one more step toward being a big boy when he transitioned out of his crib into a toddler bed (basically his crib without the front piece). Mr. Chocolate had wanted to do this for a while, but the reason we put it off for so long was because despite his age (he just turned 3), he had never tried to climb out. In truth, I had a harder time with this adjustment than Drake did.

No more crib!

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We lucked out as Drake by nature is a bit more timid and less active than a lot of boys his age.  He has never really expressed an interest in climbing, and rarely climbs even when at the playground or when we use to attend Gymboree class. So we never felt the urgency other parents do in transitioning him out of his crib. For practical reasons, I didn’t want to do this transition right as we had Juliet as I felt like too many big changes might upset Drake.  I also feared that once he was out of his crib, we would have more difficulties with bed time and keeping him in his bedroom to sleep.  I was worried that we would be dealing with a toddler that wouldn’t sleep on top of a newborn and I just couldn’t even imagine that horror, so I insisted we wait for a little after Juliet was born.  These were my outside reasons, and valid as they were, I also had another reason.  Secretly, and selfishly, I simply wasn’t ready to see my little boy move one more step further into growing up.

Since Drake was born, I have tried my best to savor every little moment of his life.  I am a sentimental person by nature and I think having children has made me even moreso.  As I looked at Drake when he was a baby, I realized that every moment was fleeting.  Children are adults for so much longer than they are children and the baby years are the shortest by far.  I knew our time was limited and so I tried to hold on to it as long as I could.   While I celebrated when Drake hit milestones, part of me was always sad too knowing that we could never go back again.  With each transition he was growing up and moving one more step away from me and being my little baby.  So I never rushed him; when other moms stressed about when their baby would crawl, walk, and talk, I bid my time knowing it would happen when he was ready even if I was not.

When Drake was younger he was my baby and he still needed me, but now he does need me less because he is growing up, doing more for himself and forging his own path.  On one hand I couldn’t be happier for him, to see the joy and triumph in his face when he succeeds.  On the other though, I grieve.  My best friend once said that  parenting is a constant state of grieving as they change so quickly and grow up too fast. She is right…. they do.


So excited to be a big boy

As for Drake, he loved having a big boy bed.  We did have an issue the second night when he rolled out of the bed and woke up crying. We have since ordered a toddler rail and put down a comforter and pillows on the floor for now. But overall this has gone as smooth and easy as we could have hoped.  All my worries of having a child roaming the halls never sleeping turned out to be unfounded, as Drake has stayed in his bed every night.  In the morning when he wakes up he continues to play in the bed despite having the freedom to get out now and waits for me to come in before getting out.  While this might change later, for now I couldn’t be prouder of him.

I know part of me will always be sad to see my children grow up, but that’s the bittersweet part of parenting.  Still the highs certainly outweigh the lows and seeing Drake’s face as he tackles on each change and challenge reminds me why I wanted to be a parent to begin with.

So even though to the world he is no longer a baby, I’m reminded of the words of Robert Munsch: “I’ll love you forever I’ll like you for always As long as I’m living my baby you’ll be.”  

My baby he will always be.