03/08/2026
These stages of babyhood and toddlerhood feel like a dream sometimes. Maybe it’s in how utterly beautiful it is to witness your child, your heart outside of your body, existing in the world and experiencing everything for the first time. Or, maybe what makes it so dreamlike is how fleeting each season is. They truly change so fast.
For the last month or two Millie has called the playroom “proom.” Im not sure when she stopped saying it, but it struck me today when she shouted for the third time in a row, clear as day, “mama, come sit in the playroom pwease,” that I may never hear “in the PROOM!” in her big toddler voice again. Sow version of this seems to happen every day around here.
Sometimes it feels overwhelming trying to hold onto all of the moments and all of the memories of each season, but my what a joy it is to watch her grow and change. All the mamas before me were exactly right, you can’t blink with these babies.
So moms, how are we holding onto all of the things that we’re adoring day to day? Are we keeping journals, home videos, just trying to commit them to memory? I’m for any tips you’ve got.
