One of my favorite things about being a girl mama?
Running my fingers through crazy bed head and tucking it behind little ears.
This morning was a big morning.
It was Miss Jill’s first morning waking up in a big girl bed.
Her crib taken apart and stored away for Baby Brother. A milestone. Getting to be big like her sister.
She was so excited when she saw it all put together and ready for her.
Everyone was so excited.
A party broke out. Dancing and prancing and cheering that Jilly was a big girl.
That Jilly got a big bed.
To say that Henry and Lucy shared in their sister’s joy is an understatement.
I always marvel at their sweetness. Their unwavering support of every little thing she accomplishes. They are always so so so proud of their sister. It’s not something I taught them. Not something I encourage them in. They just do. I love their hearts. The hearts God created special for our family.
“Mama! Take a picture of me hugging Jilly!”
Poor kid. He just can’t get a break from his sister.
Girlfriend has a very sensitive personal bubble.
You would think he bonked her upside the head.
No, just a brother hug.
Girl…you’re gonna have to work on that. Your brother loves you. Let him.
It’s so easy to forget that these bitty feet belong to an almost three year old.
It’s so easy to just go about our routine and not change things.
It’s so easy to not push her and challenge her.
After all, a child who can’t walk or talk is still a baby right?
No. Not at all.
She may not have the muscle control to do either task, but she is still a big girl. She deserves to be treated like the big girl that she is. She deserves to be more than the baby of the family.
She deserves a big girl bed, even if all the typical signs parents look for aren’t there. Just because she isn’t climbing out of her crib…just because she isn’t complaining about the baby bed…just because it’s all seeming to work just fine…
Doesn’t mean she wouldn’t love to be like her twin sister. Doesn’t mean she doesn’t get it. Doesn’t mean she should be lumped into a box that she doesn’t need to be in.
I could likely leave her in a crib for at least another year. But it doesn’t mean I should.
The way she giggled and grinned when we sat her in it?
Absolute confirmation that it was the right decision.
My littlest big girl.