To all parents we are excited to see our children grow up. It is a pride to see how they become mature and independent people, and how they are gradually fulfilling important milestones in their development.
But it is also inevitable to feel nostalgic about the passage of time, and have the feeling that calendar sheets go too fast. Have you ever wished you had the power to stop time? Have you wanted to keep the aroma of your little one in a jar to smell it forever? When you look at your child, do you feel that the baby stage is coming to an end?
Every stage that our children are going through is, without a doubt, wonderful. But personally I am in a moment of nostalgia, because with the three years recently completed by my little one, I begin to be aware that there will be no more babies at home... and when I think about it, my heart knots.
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"I hold you in my lap while you blow your birthday candles. Three years already, and it seems like yesterday when you came into our lives.
I sink my head into your ruffled curls and breathe in your baby scent. Yes, baby, because although the calendar tells me that three years have passed since your arrival in the world, I look at you and I still perceive certain reminiscences of the baby you were and that still seems to resist leaving.
Those naps on my chest with leisurely breathing and your little hand gripping mine, like you did when you were a baby and you caught me so that I wouldn't leave ... As if moving away from your side had ever been within my plans!
Those still unstable runs through the garden, in which it seems that you are going to stumble from one moment to another, testing my heart ... Soon you will run and jump with the same agility as your brothers, but in the meantime, let me savor these "last races with baby movements" with the You still delight me.
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That rag tongue, which although it never stops, still emits unintelligible words for me ... Don't stop "splashing", small, that although sometimes I feel overwhelmed with your innumerable "why?", I know that one day I will miss minus our hilarious conversations.
Those baby laughs that remind me so much of the ones you released at the beginning, when one of your brothers threw you the ball to play ... Never stop laughing with that spontaneity that characterizes you, for many years you meet!
Those hugs you ask me every time you get angry, you're sleepy, you're feeling bad ... Those hugs that make me feel "powerful", seeing that I can calm your discomfort in an instant, just as my breasts calmed it when you were a baby.
Those golden curls, those sparkling and naughty eyes, those round skunks, those feet and hands still plump ... there are so many, so many things that you still keep and still remind me of your baby stage, which seems to me to lie how fast it has happened time.
You blow the candles of your cake tremendously proud, and you all tell them that you will soon start the "school of elders". You want to grow, run unstoppable, see the world, discover ... and I am dying to do it, but I feel that you are going too fast and I do nothing but ask myself that: "When did you grow up so much, baby?"
