Out of the Crib

Well, the moment happened, and I never thought it would, but my almost three year old son climbed out of his crib and greeted us at 5:20 a.m. at the side of our bed. He very proudly said, "I climbed out. I will do it again." These are the moments when I am reminded that our children have a life of their own, and their schedule and our's are separate. "If they can only be on our timeframe it would be so much easier," I think to myself. I hope that he continues to push me, to make me straighten up and see him for who he is at that moment. He could wait a couple more hours and ring in his news with the sun up, right? Now on the search for a real bed.