It has, without a doubt, been the best year of my life. But I’ve been thinking about it a lot and I find it so strange that although this year has been life changing for his Dad and I, he won’t remember a single bit of it. All the places we’ve taken him, all the different food he’s tried, all the people he’s met and baby classes we’ve gone to, all lost to the memory of a child.
I think that’s why you don’t fully appreciate your parents until you have a child of your own. You don’t appreciate all the sleepless nights, worrying days and just general routine monotomy they’ve been through that you don’t even remember. Maybe I shouldn’t have bothered stressing myself to get to Turtle Tots and Baby Sensory eh? As if! You want to give your wee one the best start and to be honest, you kind of want to knowingly nod in another Mum’s direction because they absolutely know how you feel.
So I guess that 1st birthday are really for the parents. Go us! We’ve had a life changing, mind boggling year and at the very least we will remember it forever even though Adam won’t. Becoming parents and then managing to get through a whole year without too much drama has been an achievement for 2 people who literally cannot keep a house plant alive for longer than a week. Seriously.
It has flown by though. Everyone told me it would and they weren’t lying. In a blink of an eye you don’t have a baby anymore, you have somehow “levelled up” and now have a toddler. But I’m not going to be sad about not having my little baby any more, I’m excited about what is to come. He started “walking” 4 days before his birthday and gaining in confidence with it every day and he’s just doing the funniest things now! Giving kisses is his favourite past time and I never want him to stop. It makes my heart explode! But I’m guessing when he’s 13, kissing me will be the very last thing he wants to do.
All the photos and birth announcement messages have all popped up this week on TimeHop and it’s so surreal. We honestly didn’t have a clue what we were going to do with this baby and yet somehow, you find your way. You get in to your own rhythm pretty quickly. I’m still learning how to be a Mum, I don’t think you ever stop learning. He now needs me for different things other than just comfort and food. He looks to me to teach him things, do things that amuse him and uses me to get to where he wants to go. My Mum, my slave. But that’s ok with me. For now.
Baby boy….we love you. Whether you’re 1 or 101. You will forever be, our little bubba.