Motherhood is a series of ups and downs, of crises and triumphs, and most of all trial and error—lots of error. In fact, if you’re not ready to make mistakes, then you are definitely NOT ready to be a parent. Many times, we go in with so many preconceived notions of what we will and will not do, when in fact, a lot of things are out of our control. For instance, I said I would most definitely do my best to avoid giving our son a pacifier; it now takes up permanent residence in his cosleeper. Fortunately (or unfortunately for us, depending on the perspective), our son has never quite taken to the pacifier to comfort himself. If it’s not his bottle, he doesn’t want it, and his impending decibel wail lets us know that.
I also said I would try NOT to make this entire blog about him, but as you see, I’ve failed miserably in that respect.
He has permeated every corner of my being, even my dreams. I go to the store— any store—and there is inevitably a purchase just for him. The person who despised laundry does his without fail or complaint every week (although I still do not show the same enthusiasm for my own). Even the majority of my successfully completed reading has been every kind of baby blog, journal, and book imaginable.
It’s really a joyful experience, and I’m doing my best to savor these moments—these smalls triumphs, not only in my evolution to mommyhood, but also to his development as a fully functional human being.
