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The Challenge of Your Baby Turning Four
Not too long ago, I found myself quietly watching my 3-year-old, Max, as he napped. He was curled up peacefully, looking like a tiny angel with the sunlight streaming in through the blinds. Observing my children while they sleep is one of my favorite pastimes. (I can’t be the only one who does this, right?) In those moments, they seem like babies again, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of activity they are during the day. As I gazed at Max, I noticed how his babyhood was slowly fading away. His skin was still smooth, his lashes long, and his little fist clenched tight as he dreamt. But then I saw something else: his legs were long and tan, devoid of any baby fat, and his face had grown longer, hinting at more complex thoughts than I had ever seen before.
With summer slipping away, it hit me that this September, my youngest child—my last baby—would turn 4. The realization of how quickly he was growing up brought tears to my eyes. Four feels different from 1, 2, or 3. Those earlier years are full of baby milestones, like diapers and toddler babble, naps, and endless snacks. They’re the years when cuddles are abundant, and little ones still fit perfectly in your lap, their cheeks and thighs soft and pinchable.
At four, kids still need a bit of carrying but can walk decent distances. They still enjoy cuddles, although they don’t always ask for them anymore. Their hair is thicker, and you have to dig a little to find those lingering baby-soft tufts. Four can throw a tantrum with a side of sass, understand jokes, and even pick up on sarcasm. Most days, they can power through without a nap, which feels like a small victory for both parent and child.
As I navigate this transition with Max, I can’t help but feel a mix of joy and sadness. I know I’m not alone in this experience, especially since I have an older child, Lily, who’s on the brink of turning 10. I’m acutely aware of how fast time flies, and it terrifies me.
So, while I can, I’ll continue to dote on Max. If he doesn’t want to walk the few blocks to pre-K, I’ll carry him. If a tiny scrape causes a dramatic meltdown, I’ll scoop him onto my lap and smother him with kisses, believing they hold magical powers to heal.
To my precious sleeping son: please slow down your growing up. Let’s find a way to stretch this time, alright? If you must grow, do it gently and with compassion for your misty-eyed mom.
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In summary, the transition from toddler to preschooler is bittersweet. Watching your little one grow is a joy, but it also brings with it an ache for the baby days that are quickly slipping away. As parents, we navigate these changes with love and a touch of humor, cherishing each moment while also preparing for the next stage.