29/07/2025
Such truth and wisdom in this.
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No one tells you how many versions of your baby you’ll grieve while still holding them close.
You think the newborn stage will last forever… until it doesn’t.
One day their cries change, their features shift, their tiny clothes don’t fit anymore, and you’re left wondering where that version of them went.
You blink, and they’re sitting up. You blink again, and they’re running.
The bottle gets replaced with snacks.
The swaddle with a blanket.
The baby babble with real words.
And it all happens quietly, right in front of you.
That’s the wildest part of parenthood.
You’re present for every moment, yet somehow still feel like you’re missing it.
And even in the joy, even in the pride, there’s this silent ache in your chest that never really goes away.
So take the photo.
Rock them five minutes longer.
Let them fall asleep on you again, even when everyone says not to.
Because this version of them, you only get it once.
