Apron strings

It's been a week since Caleb moved back to his own room.

In his initial 1.5 months of life, he slept in his cot until we decided to put him with us (for sanity sake) and he stayed in our room since. Kevin and I always knew that we wanted our children to sleep on their own but during those few months that Caleb slept with us, I sort of gotten used to his presence in our room! I enjoyed watching him lift his head when he wakes and how he scouts his surroundings. Of course things progressed when he learnt how to roll over and we had to start putting pillow barricades around him. There were also moments when he wakes up before us (actually MANY of such moments) and sometimes he doesn't cry. He'd just play on his own and occasionally stared at us (I peeked!) until we open our eyes and then he cries.

So when we decided to move him back, I had somewhat a slight heavy heart to "part" with him as our room-mate. And that's when I started reminiscing the time when he was still in me. I realize that this move was just one of the many such moves that would take place. First he left my body. Then he left our room. Eventually he'd take an even bigger parting step when he moves out of the house to build his own home. Now that would be such a physical and emotional parting I can tell you.

I guess it's never too early to prepare myself for the inevitable... Cutting off apron strings. Then again... Caleb's only 5.5 months now. Maybe I can hold on for a while more.