A year has gone by since I first joined this club of parenthood. A day that I will never forget as one of the most amazing, terrifying, and the brink of a life forever changed. Looking back on moments where I thought they were lasting an eternity; as those long late afternoons sitting on the exercise ball (again), waiting for my husband to get home. Nights where I felt as though I never slept. All those trips in the car with the screaming accompaniment. There are were times that simply flew by; such as when he first smiled at us, cuddling with me after nursing in the early mornings, and the day that I fell hopelessly in love with him. Yet, I cant remember what it is like for him NOT to be mobile. Those first four months were tough, enormous with self-doubt, blurry from the lack of sleep, and swollen with pride in the small accomplishments. Once there was a rhythm created, my son and I's days began to just revolve around one another, both of us growing and learning from one another. I feel a bit wistful thinking of how much he and I have both changed in the past year as well as how much change the future holds. Becoming a parent is truly a learning experience that I am so very happy have survived the first year of.
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