This first time mother thing has been a ridiculous joy.
I share happy photos and moments on social media, and even in my effort to “keep it real”, I find I have so little to complain about. How did I get so lucky?
In one month he will be a year old.
I’ve been told often it goes by fast, savor the moments, soak up the cuddles… and any other common saying that flows from well-intentioned mouths to new mothers.
And it’s all true. I’ve had to discover this for myself, but it’s true. I am thrilled to know what is meant by those words, finally.
I am also realizing it’s not the birthdays that measure their warp speed development for a mother.
It’s the exchanging 9 month for 12 month clothing in their dresser, or the moment you realize they no longer need to be rocked to sleep, but can do it on their own. Or when they throw their head back like a wailing widow because you won’t let them have your cell phone. When did you stop being my baby? We just brought him home, didn’t we?
There are enough photos stacked on our desk to fill two albums, enough toys in the living room for ten kids, and he’s not even one.
A ridiculous joy.