My son is one.
My random thoughts on the year.
When I was pregnant and didn't yet know if Weston was a boy or a girl my Mother-In-Law said, "It doesn't matter what the gender is, the child itself completely transcends the sex." Now a Mother of a one year old, I totally understand this. My boy is so completely his own little person. It never mattered, boy or girl, because he is so simply and uniquely his own self.
He is stubborn, independent (yet still so needy), funny, adventuresome, and loving.
I know I am not unique. Millions of women are Mothers. This experience is not my own. These sentiments, of love and of wonder, have been uttered over and over through the ages. I myself was prone to rolling my eyes at, "Oh my how you've grown so fast" and "You'll always be my baby."
Seriously though, "Oh my how my boy has grown," and he "Will always be my baby."
This year has seemed like one of the longest and simultaneously shortest years of my life. There was a lot of wishing for this or that to end (sleepless nights, ear infections, colic) and yet I was unable to evade a longing for these times to never end. Desperate for the hard times to end, yet acutely and painfully aware that the good times are fleeting. The cuddles, the smiles, the coo's and babbles. They melt me, they have molded me, they make me want to be a better person.
These moments, this boy, they have changed me forever.
I'll end by saying Happy Birthdays should be for Mothers. I guarantee there is no date more important to a Mother than the date of her child's birth (and I'm not even big on Birthdays). It is the date that our world was changed. The date that we became a family. It was the date that I became more thankful than I ever thought I could be for health, love, and my little family.
This saying sums it up.
First we had each other
Then we had you
Now we have everything.