Almost One. . .

My baby is almost one and I am cascading into a dark depression. He inches like a little inch worm along the floor, he sits and babbles and laughs, he uses my hands and other various objects to stand and soon he'll be walking. To all of this I yell stop!!!!!!! I'm not ready for my little man to become a little bigger. I'm not ready for the independance I already see fostering in his little brain. I'm not ready to let go of this baby stage. Not yet, it is too fast, it has gone too fast and I know it will only go faster. I came along this quote and it describes exactly how I feel.

"Ah but the last one. The baby who trails his scent like a flag of surrender through your life, when there will be no more coming after----oh, that's love by a different name. He is the babe you hold in your arms for an hour after he's gone to sleep. If you put him down in the crib, he might wake up changed and fly away. So instead you rock by the window, drinking in the light from his skin, and breathing his exhaled dreams. Your heart bays to the double crescent moons, closed lashes on his cheeks. He's the one you can't put down." (Barbara Kingsolver)

Slow down little man and let mommy catch up.