My son’s first birthday is coming up and I find myself wondering where the year has gone. A year ago at this time he was a part of me, just an extension of myself, my sweet little parasite. Then I was hacked into like a ripe watermelon and torn asunder all so he could make his debut into this world. Hearing his first cry and watching him lift his head in those first few moments of welcome to the rest of your life; I knew any discomfort I faced was worth it.
Sometime in the last year, I’m not really sure when, he grew. He went from being an extension of me to his own little individual. He babbles away constantly repeating the only five words he knows. Last Wednesday he took his first few steps. And today, my little child prodigy learned the clean up game. He does everything with such enthusiasm! All I had to do was step away for a few minutes and when I returned my living room was in shambles. Coffee cup spilled on the floor, Play Station pulled out of the entertainment center, and…I have a lint roller???
But how can you get mad when he has such a look of concentration practicing so hard what you taught him to do! I looked around at my disheveled living room and looked at his sweet face and thought another one wouldn’t be so bad.
