I recently had a delightful conversation with a colleague that truly hit home. I am a mommy. Usually when folks ask how is mom, I automatically respond, “Oh, mom is doing okay.” But now, I have to pause and remember they are asking how am I doing. Not my mother.
This new role is far beyond surreal. There may be a lot of how-to books of raising a child, but in the end, I am finding that trusting my gut instinct is by far the best option. My baby is almost one. I don’t know where all the time has gone, or how I have managed to get this far. Seasoned parents have told me over and over again, time will go by quickly and to take lots of photos.
With Valentine’s Day fast approaching, I am finding the love I have for my baby is tenfold. She will soon be a toddler and eventually transition into a young lady. But right now, she is my little baby whom I cherish and adore. I love when she wakes up with a huge grin on her face. Each day I am amazed at witnessing her newfound gestures – pointing with her finger, grabbing what she wants (especially when it comes to food), squinting with her eyes in order to show her happy smile, and even her ability to share what she has with others.
My family and I are blessed with this little bundle of joy. The home is no longer quiet, but instead it is filled with laughter, squeals, screams, and bouts of wails. She has not only touched the inner core of my soul, but she has also awakened my protective instincts and ability to see things differently. I am in love with my sassy little companion.