Every night when I tuck the boys in, Wyatt asks me to rock him. I would say I do it 50% of the time. Last year I had him completely weaned from being rocked, but when we got back this year and he asked (cause the sudden appearance of a rocking chair in his bedroom-- we didn't have one in Washington-- meant that someone must be rocked!) I acquiesced.
Now, I am not sure this was a good idea. I feel awful when I say no, but sometimes I am just done. I want to kiss his baby-fat-filled forehead and walk out the door.
Other times, I nearly tear up when he asks and say yes before he finishes the question. Then I scoop him up, taggie & all, and proceed to rock & sing, sing & rock, until he's nearly asleep, then transition him to his giant bed.
How do I balance letting him grow up (wanting him to grow up!)
with letting him still be baby (wanting him to still be my baby!)???
It feels impossible lately.
Especially when I see him swimming in those sheets at night.