It's almost 7 months since I've had my baby and it seems like time has gone into warp speed. I've never experienced anything like it. This must be why my parents say "you're HOW old" every time one of their kids has a birthday. Sure, we think nothing of it. Parents just being parents. Well I finally get it and I'm only 6 months and 3 weeks into parenthood. She's eating solids! Before I know it she'll be calling me Mama and it's game over.
Not only will I have to come to terms with the fact that someone is calling me Mom but I'll really be someone's Mother. That's when I'll officially belong to her and with that I realize with each milestone a little piece of my ego slips away.
Every second hinges on this little being. For instance, she's learning to eat solids and these little mouthfuls are like small miracles. Sometimes I catch myself holding my breath as I wait for her to open wide for the spoon--and when she does my heart skips a beat.
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