I had to control myself at the nursery nativity cos when DS1 walked on stage (he's 3) I noticed how big he is getting but also how he is still just a little boy when you see him with all the others the same age and older. It just made me feel so sad. I had DS2 a couple of months ago and in one way it seems like yesterday he was a tiny newborn and now he is cooing and holding his wobbly head up. He's into his 3-6 month clothes too now... It just feels like time is slipping away.
I keep having nightmares about me being old and dying... It's out of control. I obsess over how tall DS1 is suddenly and that I won't be having any more children so I should be relaxing and enjoying this time with them when all I do is get upset over how one day I will die and leave them on their own.
How morbid is this? It's coming up to Christmas Day and we are all excited this year since DS1 is old enough to get excited about presents and stuff but I am still watching him sleep and crying because I don't want them to grow up sooooo fast...
Anyone even get what I am going on about or does this sound like I am depressed again? This is obviously not something I can mention to anyone in real life but it's getting out of control...
Thanks for your help.