The baby gate's gone. I took it down on Monday. Yesterday I kept catching myself staring at the bottom of the steps in amazement. The stairs look so different. Really, they do. Our entry way seems so open.
I imagine it will go up sometime again to limit access or impede mobility. Even so, the need is gone.
It's a small milestone.
Oh, I imagine some of you moms with older kids are laughing at my silliness.
But still... every time I go up and down the stairs, I pause and I think, "Weird, the gate's gone."
And, I wonder how long that feeling will last.
I like the change.
I like how the space makes me pause to notice that even though every day seems like another day doing the same thing, each day is different and my kids are growing.
They are changing.
Every day I lose a piece of the younger years (for them and me). Each loss is also a gain.
They are growing and changing but so am I.
I used to be a mom of preschoolers (at one time I had 3 age 4 and under *gasp*) and I now I am about to be a mom of 3 elementary school aged children.
Yes, this coming Fall I will be a mom to 3 elementary school boys. Wow, that causes me to pause... probably makes some teachers I know want to change schools (no, not because of my boys).
I want to be a mom that celebrates the passing of time and the growth of my children. I want to be a mom that says, "Wow, look at that!" instead of "Weird, where did the time go."
I want to grow as a mom as my children grow.
I'm smiling at the new space in front of my stairs. And, as soon as I think, "Weird, the baby gate's gone," I think, "Wow, look at all that space!"