This is where I put her not even two minutes ago and, as you can see, she is not where I put her. Instead, she is half-way across the living room, playing with one of Jem's toy cars. It is all coming to an end. My peaceful (sort of) days are giving way to frantic moments of, "Where is Caia?" and "Don't leave that on the floor where your sister can reach it."
I have been dreading this day. I watched as a good friend went from a happy mother of three to a stressed-out, pulled-in-too-many-directions-at-once mother of three. And it happened when her littlest one became mobile. Suddenly she had to make sure that there wasn't anything small in his reach and she couldn't leave the room for a moment because he might not be there when she got back. I watched the change and knew that it was coming for me. I knew that my happy-go-lucky girl would start to rock back and forth and then wiggle her way across the floor and then start to protest when I held her for too long because there is so much to see and explore. And now it is here and I'm not ready. I'm not ready!
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