Last night the hubby and I disassembled my three-year old's crib to complete the transition to his big boy bed. My son has slept in it off and on but still preferred the familiarity of his crib. The process was a lot tougher on me than it was on him.
As the last screw came out, I felt a little sad. Logically I know it's time, but emotionally I feel like my kids are growing up way too fast. How much longer till the word 'Mom' means 'go away' instead of 'everything that's right with the world'?