We have five kids. Weâ€™ve gone through the various stages often enough to recognize whatâ€™s coming, even though each of the kids has been totally different to parent. And Sylvie started showing signs of being ready for a big bed months ago. We were ready! Weâ€™d also learned to keep the crib up, and make it her choice whether she wanted to sleep like a big girl or a baby. Trick is, if we catch you out of bed and wreaking havoc, that constitutes â€œmaking your choiceâ€. So really itâ€™s a threat to behave. At some point though, the crib becomes a jungle gym temptation to all of the taller kids. So itâ€™s gotta go.
Weâ€™ve know this was coming, talked about the end of the era. And Iâ€™d say it was devastating, heart wrenching…but it wasnâ€™t. Bittersweet, I can agree with. We have no regrets – our kids are amazing, and during the baby era, weâ€™ve kissed and rocked and changed and fed babies for years. We enjoyed every fat cheek, every first step – but weâ€™re enjoying where the kids are now, too, and this phase doesnâ€™t require a crib.
Thatâ€™s exactly what should be happening at this age, but it does make us marvel. They are excited about things weâ€™ve never heard of, games we didnâ€™t know existed that they bring to our attention, and we realized itâ€™s the era when they teach us as much as we teach them. We discovered Beyblades with Remy, and kidsâ€™ science experiments with Tess. They love songs we donâ€™t know, and are beginning to develop interests that will take us down so many random rabbit holes! Itâ€™s exciting to let them take the lead sometimes, even if itâ€™s a very small step towards independence. So taking down this crib really meant acknowledging their growth, and that we are ready for what comes next. Letâ€™s call that a silver lining of this quality time together!