For three days, an enormous heap of Legos has been scattered on the family room floor.
This is a sure sign that I’m past the toddler/preschooler stage of motherhood. The Legos can stay there because no one will pop one into his or her mouth. (And also, I am just too busy to retrieve the Lego box from my daughter’s room where she is probably using it as a doll crib for a very small doll.)
I can’t say that I miss the worries that someone might ingest a penny or eat a stray marble at any moment. I also don’t miss the early wake-up calls or shampooing an unwilling child’s hair. I’m glad I don’t have to wipe anyone’s . . . nose.
What don’t you miss?