Nine years ago, I entered into the club. The mom club. Among the myriad things that change when there's a new little person in the house is your sudden interest in what's happening in the baby aisles. Do they carry my brand of formula here? Are the diapers on sale? Are the sun-suits on display yet? Oh, look at this little board book! It's insidious, how these kids grow and get older. You realize their jeans are up past their ankles, and well, it's time to go shopping. It's only been recently, though, that I've realized: I no longer belong in the baby-toddler areas. Now that Molly is in a size 4 (not 4T), I have been officially and unceremoniously barred from that whole scene. And after nine years of strolling these displays, I have to say it makes me a little sad.
You know your kids are growing and changing. And hey, some of the "graduation" stages are a relief, like when they are potty trained and you no longer have to spend two-thirds of your paycheck on diapers. But when you're with them every day, their growing and changing is a little less jarring. So when you no longer have business in the baby department, it's like a little slap in the face: I am no longer the mother of little children.
If I'm getting emotional about shopping for toddler clothes, God help me when Molly goes to Kindergarten.