In exactly nine days my tiny baby will be a year old. I don't know that I've fully grasped this though, as I've yet to have a complete emotional breakdown.
It seems like literally yesterday I was using about eight pillows to get comfortable while lying on the couch to watch hours upon hours of Grey's Anatomy on Netflix and feel Amelia shove her head into my ribs and stomp my bladder. Yet here I am with practically a toddler smiling at me and saying "good girl" when she pets the dog.
I'm trying very hard to focus my energy on planning a birthday party instead of spending every moment remembering that this photo was almost a year ago. How I miss the days where Amelia would spend hours napping and nursing and then napping some more while I stared at her waiting for her to smile in her sleep (which I am beyond grateful that she still does.) Early motherhood was so calm.
But maybe I'm not having as hard of a time with this as I expected to because I'm having so much fun every day watching Amelia become more independent and learning new things. Every step of this journey has been a wonderful and fun blessing.
So even though the first year of my life with Amelia Claire is almost over, being a mother isn't. It's only going to get better and more fun and I think reminding myself of that is going to soften the blow on July 8th when I official have a one year old.
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