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Bye-Bye Bibs & Blankets

By Stephanie Jankowski 3 Comments

Hey, know what’s bittersweet? Watching a baby turn into a toddler who can no longer be wrapped in blankets like a sweet little burrito, who then refuses to wear a bib because she now realizes no one else at the table is wearing a bib and she’ll be damned if you’re forcing a bib around her neck because NO BIBS!

Yeah. It’s exciting to see these little people grow more independent, and it’s very entertaining watching as they try to imitate the world around them, especially older siblings. You ever seen a two-year-old run? HILARIOUS!

But. It’s also sad–sometimes in that heart-wrenching excruciating pain kind of sad–when they no longer resemble the lumpy baby you delivered, like, it was just yesterday I swear!

It’s strange how I simultaneously long for the days of no more diapers, yet ache for my children to be tiny and in my arms, fully dependent on just me. I love few things like I love a freshly bathed baby swaddled so tightly she believes she’s snug in my belly being rocked to sleep by nothing more than the motion of her mother’s body. But I also love people who can pour their own juice.

Maybe we’re just never satisfied? Maybe it’s just me? Maybe we’re all stuck in this in between limbo, looking back and forward, rarely appreciating the here and now? I know that’s me.

Except for today.

Today we took down our (makeshift, cheap, embarrassing, shut up) bib bag because we don’t need bibs any more. Just like we don’t need blankets made for swaddling, nursing bras, special pillows that strengthen baby’s neck, little mittens for sharp, tiny nails, or the number to our OBGYN on speed dial. Even though those things have been a part of our daily lives for the past 7+ years, we don’t need them today, or any more. Those days are behind us and dammit, it hurts a little. Sometimes a lot. But as I stand in my kitchen, sobbing into a pea-stained “I’m the Little Sister” bib, I overhear my three kids having real conversations: a brother helping a sister figure out something on her iPad, a big sister interpreting a younger sister’s otherwise indecipherable requests, and my heart is happy.

Why, yes it is a plastic grocery bag. We're not fancy people, okay?
Why, yes, that is a plastic grocery bag. We’re not fancy people, okay?

Bibs will soon be replaced with brand name socks, and bedding with celebrity faces instead of flowers. So for now, I’m going to revel in this spot, in this bib-less, unswaddled millisecond that is my family. And be grateful to be here, now.

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  1. Jumpin' Jack Flash says

    August 19, 2016 at 6:09 am

    You will always be a mother and they will always be your babies. It won’t always be bibs and diapers that you provide…but homework help, assistance with that gymnastics move she just can’t seem to master, a mock job interview for that first time, planning for the wedding, etc. Enjoy the ride and the new opportunities to guide them as they grow!

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  2. Christie says

    August 19, 2016 at 6:55 am

    I feel you! This week on vacation my 3 1/2 year old learned to swim!! LEARNED to SWIM! She now shuns her floatie- a reminder that my baby still needs me to keep her safe. One week of handing out with her older already knows how to swim sibling and cousins and my lil feisty 3 1/2 year old came that much closer to college and leaving me forever. *sigh*
    However, she still cannot pour her own juice.
    🙂

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  3. Camille Nones says

    August 23, 2016 at 5:54 am

    Aw, how time flies. I sometimes can’t believe how fast babies can change. Before you know it, they’re walking, talking and going to school. You should just always cherish every bit of moment with them.

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