With the new baby coming later this year, my wife and I decided to move Elora into a new room. The theme: butterflies.
We managed to complete most of the work this past Saturday with a lot of help from Bess’ parents. Now my daughter has an actual bed to sleep on rather than a crib, although it’s still a very small bed. Since nothing seems to dim Elora’s mood except for teething, she was naturally excited about the change. If she could elaborate clearly about it, I think she would say, “Nursery, shmursery; this new room rocks!”
Still, it was a bittersweet dad moment for me. I’m glad to see my daughter growing up, but it’s hard to realize she’s no longer a baby. It’s probably only a matter of time before the butterflies are replaced by the next age-appropriate theme, and one day that room will be empty. Bess and I were married for years before we had kids, and even though I’ve only been a dad for around eighteen months, it’s like it’s all I’ve known. I hope the butterflies stay around for a long time.
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I suspect more bitterweet moments lie ahead. But, if it's any reassurance, my daughter will be 18 this year, and the butterflies aren't totally gone yet.
That is somewhat reassuring. On the other hand, I don't want her still living in her butterfly room when she's 35. :-)
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