When DS - 15 months - reaches each developmental milestone - a part of me feels sad that my little baby boy is growing up. Don't get me wrong - I love the fact that he is developing but a part of me just feels like I am losing something.

When he started crawling, I wanted him to still be that little baby who could only roll.

When he started walking, I wanted him to be that baby again who crawled.

When he grew teeth, I shed a tear because no longer would there be that beautiful gummy toothless smile.

On the other hand, when he started crawling, DH couldn't wait for him to start to walk.

Now he's walking, DH can't wait until he starts talking.

DH looks forward, I look back.

I want more babies. DH is happy with what he's got.

Is that the way it is?

I think I look back so that the desire to have more children is always there - to experience all those precious baby days again. DH is content because he is fulfilled and doesn't have to feel any pressure to have any more. He is open to it, just not pressured by it.

How is it for you?