and yet, on a night like tonight, it just won't happen. For unknown reasons, my mind is not quiet tonight. I have had great intentions with this blog since Miles was born, but you will see that great intentions don't add up to much. For 9 months, all I wanted was to be pregnant. And then it happened, and I think the end sight was a baby in my arms. A tiny baby. The reality has exceeded my expectations and blown my mind in more ways than I ever could have imagined in my entire life, or perhaps even beyond. That tiny baby came home from the hospital. There were many nights of "my nineteen books aren't telling me what to do right now." and "Does the hospital let every parent as stupid as me take their baby home?!" So much adjustment has to happen, so many changes that I could not fill a library and have it all written down. The amount of love I have for this little boy is unexplainable. The way I feel about my husband having made this amazing child with him and having the privilege and honor to rear this child - also unexplainable.
And yet, most days I feel overwhelmed, spread thin, burned out, and at the same time filled with joy and accomplishment. The post-partum issues took 4 months to come to a head and I would say another three months to feel back to myself (and yes, that really has only been in the last month.) That, coupled with many elements of my personality that have needed to shift to accommodate a child have left me with barely enough energy and time to brush my teeth, let alone blog. And yet, for some reason, tonight I felt somewhat driven, even getting out of bed to come across the house to the computer.
As I near my first Mother's Day I am struck with the fact that I AM A MOM. I am someone's mom. Wow, hold the phones, does that mean I am an adult now? I have had the privilege of befriending an entire family down here. I met the mom in my Moms n' More group. Then I have gotten to know the kids. Especially as I speak with the teenage daughter, I sometimes feel like it was only a little bit ago that I was pumped up for my 16th birthday, I was so antsy to get my license. And now, to her I am like a responsible adult. The idea, when I let it sink in is funny to me.
More babies have entered the world in the last 8 months with more to come. Miles has a few new friends currently "baking" - this is odd to me. I think somewhere in my head I always thought Miles would be the little baby and I would always be the new mom. I recently found myself in the aisle of my favorite baby store advising two new moms on some products that I found especially helpful. Wait, do you mean that somewhere along the way I became an experienced mom? Yes, I think so.
I know what his cries mean, he comes to me, I am his mom......and what a blessing this little boy is. This little boy who now crawls, pulls up, stands on things, gets in to things, and has his very own distinct personality.
The Second Grade
9 hours ago