Not So Needed

My son turned 2 Friday. 2! My little boy is 2 years old. He is no longer a baby. He's not longer my baby boy. It is amazing to see him learning on a daily basis, and I love every moment of it, but it's still difficult to swallow.

Time is going so fast. I can still remember getting up at 1AM, then again at 3AM, then again at 5AM to feed him when he was only a few months old. Though that time was very difficult and draining for me, it was also wonderful. He was completely dependent on me. I provided something for my son that no one else could provide. I knew that he needed me.

Now what? Does he truly need me? Of course he does, just not in the same way. But I kinda miss that ultimate neediness. Maybe it's because I like to feel needed. Maybe it's because I want another child and know that I cannot have on anytime soon. Who knows.

I love my baby boy, even if he's not a baby anymore. He's the most adorable creature on the face of the planet.