We've talked about and tried training D to sleep in his cot since he was 15 months old. Back then, his cot was just right beside me. We would move him over to his cot after he fell asleep on our bed and he always climbed back to sleep with us without fail. We gave up eventually.
Sometime in August, we've discussed about it again. This time, to sleep-train him in his room. It has to be a day without interruptions (without my mom's presence, that is), a day that's after Mr. Blockhead's family visit. Hence, we've decided on 7 Sep 2011, Wed.
I was looking forward to this big day (night, actually). I had lots of mixed emotions, good and bad. When I was putting D to bed for his nap, I felt this extreme sadness welled up in me as I watched him drifted into sleep. All my fond memories of him blabbering, tossing, chuckling, rubbing his sleepy eyes went through my mind. The very thought of me missing these brought tears to my eyes.
What Hot Mama said is very true - It's all part of growing up and although letting go is hard, it's part of our growth as well. And also for us to remind ourselves that though they will start needing us lesser and lesser as they grow, our love for them will only deepen because we are doing what's best for them, rather than what's best for us.
I think I'd cry my heart out when D goes to army...
September 07, 2011
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