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Andre is now 22 months old. He is putting 2-word phrases togehter, learning to throw tantrums, and using smiles and kisses to get what he wants (this morning it was mac and cheese for breakfast). The joy of seeing a tiny baby growing and learning to be a little person who makes choices, expresses ideas, and explores with curiosity is enormous. Yet, that joy is often accompanied by a little sadness, or maybe it's more nostalgia than anything else.
I am sure I do not want another child, and that certainty makes is certain that I will never have a tiny baby cradled in my arms, learning to smile, attempting to crawl. Having Luca and Andre as babies has been such a joy and, although toddlerhood and childhood will bring their own wonderful experiences, I cannot help but be sad about what I will never experience again. Only a short 3 years ago, I had never had a baby, and now I can't imagine my life childless. I know they will soon grow into tweens and teens, and they'll definitely not let me cradle them in my arms then! But I'm sure those years will bring their own joys and, before I know it, I'll be a grandma and the cycle of life continues.