On three separate occasions this week I’ve been reduced to tears and about to explode with love and pride over the magic that is growing, birthing, nurturing and witnessing the journey of this tiny human. I’ve been overcome with the magic that is motherhood. Either that, or I’m pregnant again…I have been craving Thai food and crafting…
Welp, let’s hope not quite yet…
But, I digress. That’s not to say I don’t think W’s amazing all the time, obviously. But, I think the crisp fall air has jerked me out of a humid summer haze and made me inhale deeply…made me aware and present in these moments. It’s been reminding me to emotionally and mentally catalogue these far too fleeting firsts.
One of these moments was when W waved for the first time. The realization that your child understands what is happening in the world around them and then communicating with the world around them is…just…cray. It’s crazy! Theoretically I know that he already communicates in his own way when he’s tired, hungry or unhappy and theoretically I know he is very intuitive and gets what’s going on. But, when he waved “goodbye” to Nana as she left after her usual afternoon visit, with a forlorn look and all, the magnitude of his sheer human-ness just hit me. He’s growing up so quickly. He’s so smart. He gets what’s going on and he’s engaging with the world around him in a learned way.
Another was during our morning nursing session. This is, quite possibly, my favorite time of the day. It’s been a long (and amazing and hard-worked-for) 12 hours since I’ve seen my precious little W, and when I hear him chirping over the monitor (usually around 7am) I go in and find him sitting up, happily playing with his lovie in his crib. The excitement in his eyes when he sees I’m there is (swoon) priceless. But my favorite part is still yet to come…we head back to our bedroom and sleepily snuggle under the covers while he nurses. Some mornings we fall asleep again and take our first nap all intertwined. Other mornings he fills up and is ready to play…so he babbles on and on, stares at our ceiling fan and giggles while we play peekaboo. This was when it hit me again. I was peering down at him…babbling and smiling up at me, playing with my hand…and again I was overcome with awe at what a little human being he is – and that we created him. That we were nurturing him to become this incredibly happy and joyous boy. Ugh, I love our morning time together. My second favorite moment of the day? When we get out of bed and I make cup of coffee. Ahhhh…perfection.
The third awe-inspiring moment was yesterday at the park. It wasn’t awesome for any special reason – W didn’t have a “first” moment or anything. It was amazing because it was just so simple and mundane. It was a gorgeous fall day. The sky was blue, the grass was green and the wind was blowing in our faces. Our Frenchie, Rex, was with us. W was so content looking at the fountains, watching the birds flit around and chewing on his whisk. Oh, the simple things. I just felt downright lucky to be alive. Lucky to be there with little W. It was just an awesome day and I got to thinking I wouldn’t want to spend it any other way than with him.
Sigh. And with that, our little love-bug is just shy of 8 months and he’s phenomenal. Sleeping through the night, finally taking a bottle, eating some solid foods, sitting up on his own, crawling, pulling himself up on his knees, waving goodbye and mastering the b, d and m sounds…soon it will be talking and walking, oh my!
For now, though, I’m just enjoying the present.