Baby Feet to Soccer Feet

   As I sat with my 8 week old baby girl tonight watching my 5 1/2 year old baby boy play soccer I couldn't help to be a little sadden at how fast he has grown. I know the word on the street is "they grow so fast" but you do not truly understand what it means until you are there.
   I feel like I have been through so much to get my babies... they were both fertility babies as I explained in my last post. When I was pregnant with Big B I developed preeclampsia. I was very sick and they took him via c section at 36 weeks. He weighed 4 lb 14oz. He struggled with everything in the beginning and had to be sent to Arkansas Children's Hospital after developing a pneumothorax. I didn't get to hold him until he was 7 days old. He came home at three weeks old, my little miracle baby, and although he had some lingering effects of being premature, he flourished! He was so tiny, loved to observe everything and loved to be held. I miss those days. Now he is running around a soccer field and I often hear "I can do it myself mom"! He is so big, yet still so small. I want to protect him from everything!
   Like all moms I have fears. My two biggest fears is that he will be taken or he will choke on something. I am not sure why those are my worst. I do know that I freak out when his bites are too big and tend to try and cut them up... I am now being told "I am a big boy and corn dogs come on a stick for a reason, quit cutting them please".. at least he is polite about it, and I guess he does have a point. I do not allow my children to have hard candy, at all and I don't like him chewing ice, although thats a hard one, especially when I hand him a drink from sonic while I am driving. I have to trust at some point that I have taught him well and he will be careful. He is 5 1/2 but still my baby.
  I love my children, I love my life. Is it perfect, not hardly. I hope this blog finds other mothers and wives out there that understand how I feel at the end of the day when I am angry the hubby hasn't picked up his dirty clothes or helped put the kids to bed.. or the kids won't stay in bed after being put there... My shirt smells of formula from spit up and I smell because I forgot to take a shower because there just wasn't time... but ultimately as I lay my head down at night I feel very blessed to be a Mom With It All!