Cutting Strings

Jennifer had spend most Fridays this spring slowly converting our guest bedroom into Magda's room. Most of the work involved getting rid of crap and I truly appreciate her taking on this monumental task. Recently, though, the work was really about converting the room, and on Thursday we prepped the room and on Friday Jennifer painted the walls a light green color ("Fresh Apple 2"). We still need to finish staining shelves and move some furniture in, but as of this weekend, the room is actually usable as a kid's room.

Rita was spending the weekend with us, so it was still a "guest" bedroom, but on Monday it was just us. So when Jennifer was putting Magda to bed, she got to do it in her own room, rather than in our bedroom where her crib is. Magda was a bit fussy last nigh, but Jennifer convinced her that it was time to go sleep in her own big bed.

I had really mixed feelings giving Magda her goodnight kiss and hug yesterday. Her previous milestones, such as saying her first word or taking the first steps -- or even her being watched by someone else while Jfer and I went out for the first time -- hadn't really made much of an impact on me. But somehow, seeing her sleeping in that room all by herself made me really wistful.

I look forward to each of her milestones and celebrate them when they come, yet at the same time, I'm starting to dread the day we will no longer be her world and she'll break out on her own.