Packed Away

Last night I packed away the last of our daytime diapers into the closet.  A few weeks ago the booster seat was tucked away into the panty.  Summer clothes are about to be sorted for sale or donation, and it's time to buy new sizes of pants and shirts.  Little Man is growing in so many ways, and we're reaching a new season of life.

Moving on from diapers seems to be a milestone of a much different sort.  Without dwelling too much on the details (for both his privacy and my sanity), it feels like an irreversible gateway to his independence.  Initially, this process causes a little too much closeness; eventually, though, it evolves into a new sense of control.  We certainly are saving money in diaper costs, though our constant laundry costs fill the gap.  I now also know the fastest route to several gas stations on the way to daycare or school because emergencies happen.  Accidents will happen, progress will lead to regressions to progress again, and for all the inconvenience it will suddenly feel so much easier. 

Little Man is become physically and emotionally in-tune with himself, and while there can be some crossing of wires there's something to be learned from it all.  To see him recognize those things in himself is bittersweet -- I've done my job, yet it feels like there is so much more to teach him.  Thankfully he is still not above wanting to sit in my lap and ask for a "big squeeze".  He still finds comfort in putting a hand on my knee or lightly stroking my arm while he watches a show or looks at a book.  Don't get me wrong, having less stuff to haul around is an immense relief; having that new sliver of freedom is great for all of us.  It can also be quite satisfying to empty drawers, but the memories within them will be stored forever.