I’ve been trying to keep momentum with my organization annihilation by tackling a cabinet here or a junk drawer there every day or so. Over the weekend I cleaned out Sam’s closet & found a slew of clothes & toys I had stashed away after her birthday, some of which she had already outgrown. Oops. Today I decided to gather all of the kid’s craft/art supplies & find space for them in what was previously the ‘baby cabinet’. I gladly tossed all of the baby food, bottle warmer & breast milk bags. After all, it’s been awhile since Sophie was an “infant” per say. After I had placed all of the paint supplies, play-doh & construction paper neatly on the shelves I stood back, let out a deep sigh & patted myself on the back for a job well done. I then went to empty the dishwasher & realized I had made a bit of an oversight. The one thing I was still using the baby cabinet for was storing Sophie’s bottles. Now there were glue sticks in their place.
At first I thought to myself, well, perhaps this is the reason I needed to chuck the bottles. I’m sure she’d probably be ok with a cup of milk at night instead. After all, the pediatrician had said at our last visit that it was time to let them go. I just had decided to quite intentionally ignore her instruction.
I actually started to panic a little when I couldn’t come up with a good reason to keep them. Sophie takes 2 sips of it on the couch before tossing it, she doesn’t need it to go to sleep & probably would not even notice if it were gone. I had always figured I’d take away the bottle at 18mths…Soph is 17 months next week. So what’s the big deal? Why was I actually considering re-working all of our pantry space to make room for bottles? Then I realized it. Having a bottle was the last bit of baby for Sophie. Last bit of baby for me.
I’m not so sure we’ll have a third & if we did it wouldn’t be for a very long time. With every stage Sophie completes there’s always a little sad thought in the back of my brain, “that’s it.” Last swaddle, last time for nursing, last first steps. I’m just not ready for giving up my very last “last”. And honestly, I’m not so sure that’s such a terrible thing. She’s only 17 months old, is it really going to hurt her in the long run if I heat her up some milk in a bottle before she goes to bed? She’s not falling asleep with it so her teeth won’t rot. She’s not carrying it around all day. If it’s a little something I hold onto for another month or two (or three) who is it really hurting?
All I’m saying is maybe I kind of get why Katie Holmes kept giving Suri a bottle even though she was like, 5. She’s old enough to wear 1″ heels everywhere but she’s still Katie’s baby. I always judged her but for the first time today I kind of understood. Now in hindsight however I’m wondering if I should try to stay away from making decisions based on tabloid photos of celebrities…perhaps not the most sound rationale.
On the other hand when I see a kid who’s way too old for their paci or bottle out in public I found it hard not to roll my eyes at the mother. My biggest pet peeve is seeing a kid who’s like, 8 years old & is in a stroller. They’re so big they have to bend their knees up to their chest to keep their legs from dragging on the ground. I’ve always wondered what the heck went wrong? Is it just that the parent can’t say no to their child?
Now however I’m wondering if it could have more to do with a parent who couldn’t let go? Is holding on to Sophie’s bottle a slippery slope that could eventually lead to being “that parent”? Or is it really such a terrible thing to hold on to your child’s youth once in awhile?
Have you held on or do you drop it as soon as the parenting book or doctor tells you to?