Tonight we finally turned our kid's car seats forward facing.
Let me rephrase that. My husband and our friend turned them forward facing. We'd been talking about doing it "this summer" and with Nana and Papa's impending surprise visit, (hooray!) and 15 more days of school left, the time was right this evening.
I can't help but feel sad about it though. Deep down inside I am a hippie. I am a extended breastfeeding (18 and 21 months thank you!) milk donating, baby-wearing, extended rear-facing mama. If I had my wits about me and my kids hadn't been premature I might have done cloth diapers too. Something makes me so sad about them facing forward, and growing up. (Could they read it on my face? Jack was actually scared. I digress...) Summy frequently tells me "Mama, I'm growing up! See, I'm growing bigger!" To which my inner heart screams "Nooooooooooo!"
It's their new view on the world. It's my secret fear. I worry about their every move, but it's been tough since they were in a car accident at just over a year old that totaled our car and sent them to the hospital. (Summy was actually hurt.) Nothing could be done about the man who rear ended David at 50 mph while he was stopped at the red light. They were content rear-facing, but they were pretty much at the height limit. Weight limit? HA! They'd be 18 years old before they hit 33 pounds!
It's just another step in the growing up process that leaves me misty eyed and feeling like my babies aren't babies anymore.