Another Day at The Park

Caleb, my baby, who is turning three this September, now enjoys the park, not because he can climb, jump, scream, or run.

But because he is making friends, and enjoys playing with other children.

As a mother, I am so reluctant to see him grow up, as he is parting with me, little by little, everyday. Yet, I am so blessed to have a healthy, balanced child who can't wait to explore his world in every possible way he can. At the same time, I am so sad to see his desire to be independent and self-reliant.

Wasn't it just yesterday we took him to the park for the first time, laughing at his expression when he was sitting on a swing for the very first time? Wasn't it just yesterday that he didn't know what to do and started crying when his little hands touched mulch? Wasn't it just yesterday that I finally felt like a real mom because I could finally take my baby to a park?

Those days are long-gone. My baby now has friends, he enjoys socializing, and being a boy.

Nevertheless, I am still blessed.