I broke down last night. Like, heaving sobbing can't breathe through my nose and can't stop all the emotions broke down.
It was very wet and not too pretty.
My kids are growing up.
We took down Eden's crib yesterday, and she is officially a big girl. And if THAT isn't bad enough? She went pee pee in the potty 2 times yesterday.
I may need to sit down.
Change isn't easy for anyone in this house, and last night when we decided to try and let Eden "cry it out" in her new big girl room, I was angry. Like badger angry. I cannot stand to hear my babies suffering in the least.
It was awful.
I ended up laying with her until she fell asleep (after she puked because she was so upset) and her little still sobbing body heaved next to me, and I fell apart.
These are the moments I am so thankful for Boom Boom. He did his best to make me feel better. To reassure me that I am building their independence and character as young ladies, that we are doing the best we can, that I am doing my best.
He talks me off the limb I climb out on. He holds me and my stuffed up nose and watery eyes until I fall asleep.
Both of the girls slept in their big girl beds last night. Without waking. Until 8:15 this morning.
And although it is a success, (YAY girls!) it is also hard for me to handle.
They used to be so dependent on me. They used to be inside of me. And it seems so sudden that they are just out here experiencing and taking over the world.
They are big girls. They are bigger than me, because they don't even know they are accomplishing so much in so little time. Because they don't fall apart worrying what will happen next.
Because they don't see how fast things change.
OH. Here come the tears again.
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