Underwear.

no more diapers. ever.

This means we no longer have any babies. I always thought I would be so sad about this. From the time I was a little girl I wanted nothing but babies. I longed for the day I would have my own. I still am crazy over newborns, could hold them all day and night. I love the way they smell and feel and curl up in your arms and on your chest. It is pure heaven.

But my baby is not so much a baby any more. He is approaching his third birthday and he now wears unerwears. There were a few days I thought we would never make it to the day he wore underwear. The day he peed on my floor 7 times I just wanted to throw in the towel. I called my mom in near tears and told her I hated potty training and I didn't think I could do it. She rallied me (and offered major prayers on my behalf ) and the next day he only did it 4 times. And by the third day it was only once. I saw hope. I saw the light. We then arrived at our busy weekend with the cousins where we were hardly home and I got scared. But guess what? He didn't have one single accident! And he was even telling me when he needed to go. Although it was tiring running to the bathroom with him a million times, it sure beat changing diapers. And I knew we had made it.

And I am not sad. I feel ready for this new chapter in my life. I always thought I would long for babies. Thought I would never know when I was done with babies. But I do know and I am content. And it feels good to be moving on.