I feel like it was only yesterday that my living room was filled with baby toys scattered all over the floor. Squishy animals and a tickle me Elmo. I can remember so clearly what it felt like to hold a little bald bundle of joy in my arms. Soon it became Thomas trains and Arthur books. I would trip over plastic train tracks (all.the.time.) and spend hours looking for a random lost train that accidentally got kicked under the couch. And then it was on to cars. Buckets and buckets of cars. Everywhere.
With kids, everything comes in stages. And I feel like the older they get, the faster time goes by. I miss the days when I pushed a baby carriage, and if I could do it over again there is no question I would. Diapers and all! I wouldn’t mind one single bit watching endless episodes of Caillou or the Wiggles. (Yup, we had a BIG Wiggles phase : )
The cars still remain, but now they are more “on display” as collectibles rather than playthings. All the same I’m glad they are still there. After every stage passes I feel a sadness that it’s over. One day these cars will be gone all together, and honestly, I’m not ready for that yet. I love going into John’s room and seeing toys. I always tell him to stay a kid for as long as possible. Being a grown up is overrated.
Nowadays we watch YouTube videos and laugh a lot. It’s not the same as playing trains but it’s just as good. I keep reminding myself to slow down and cherish this stage before it ends and we are on to something else. Making memories is the most precious gift I can give him.
I can’t go back in time, but I sure can look forward to the future ♥