I get it to an extent. I have loved my children being little so much, sand have felt pangs of sadness looking back at when they were tiny, wishing I could relive it, stay in that state of love together with them for longer.
Motherhood can feel like it's a progressive letting go of your child - from them being inside you, to constantly in your arms, to running off and then back, to eventual independence.
But I wouldn't compare it to a break up or romanticise the relationship, I think that's weird, but I do think mixed feelings as your children grow is very common.
But those mixed feelings are gone now.
They evaporated in an instant a few months ago when a doctor sat me down and told me she had a brain tumour. For a week we didn't know whether it was a type that would kill her.. Thankfully she should live, but after staring into the abyss of a possible terminal prognosis, and instead being given a complicated future, but a future nonetheless, how I feel about her growing up changed in an instant.
I love her cuddly toddlerness, I love how a cuddle from me can make her life so much happier. But more than anything I want her to grow up now. Having it so nearly taken away really reminds you what's important.
Enjoy your little one. And yes, it's ok to look back wistfully. But growing up is a privilege, and the alternative is so much worse.
💐to the posters on here who won't get to celebrate their children's milestones.