I think this is something most mums can relate to. One minute you're staring at a little blue line on a stick in disbelief - next thing you're pushing a melon out of your wotsit - before you can turn around you're packing them off to school!
I can still remember the day I found out I was pregnant with the Girl. I'd waited 7 days after Aunt Fanny was due, followed the instructions, did the test, waited and... there it was. I was going to be a mummy!!! Today I received a letter saying she had been accepted into the primary school of our choice. When that little line appeared I never even thought of having to pick schools and uniforms.
Two weeks ago I had to put my moses basket away for Bug. Although she's only 4 months now, she was really too big for it (none of my kids are small) and she's now in a cot. All those vests and babygros I had lovingly washed and put away while expecting her have now been put aside for another baby (not mine, 3 is enough!). Even her 3-6 months clothes are snug on her. And it makes me sad.
With Girl, I always knew I'd have more. With Boy, it was unlikely that there would be more but there was always the possibility. With Bug, I know that my baby days are over. I have decided that my family is complete and I just cannot go through pregnancy again. We have our hands full with 3 under 5 as it is! So every milestone with Bug is the end of an era and makes me sad. No more newborn clothes. No more moses basket. It won't seem long before it's no more cot, and I'm packing her off to school.
Everytime she reaches a new stage obviously I'm delighted but sad as she grows and develops. And therein lies the paradox of being a mother. You want them to grow and develop - you would worry if they didn't. But at the same time you want them to stay that tiny baby that is so new and precious. It makes me sad. I want to cry. And I know that this will happen again and again. I think more so than the other 2 because this is the last time for me.
So I try to stay positive and look ahead. But inside I'm crying for my baby.