This entry probably seems like a no-brainer to you gentle readers out there. After all, I’m a parent, so there should be an endless stream of things that I love about motherhood and about the little individual that emerged from my body. And to an extent that’s true: I love him endlessly. But let’s face it: at this age, there are indeed still limited things he can do, even though he’s crossing barriers and boundaries each day, and with each passing day, I am in awe of the discoveries he makes. So this list is by no means a true definitive of everything, but just some general observations.
• The fact that when I’m lugging him around, he grunts like he’s doing the heavy lifting. It constantly amuses me to hear him do this when I lift him or when I’m walking downstairs. I realize now that these grunts are in fact the rudiments of language, especially since he employs them in his booster chair whenever he feels that I am not feeding him fast enough.
• His own personal discovery of the mood swing. Gratification or dissatisfaction is almost instantaneous, except in those rare cases when he is actually sick or hurting. I am extremely grateful that he was never colicky and remains what I refer to as an easy baby: feed him, burp him, change him, and lie him down and you have successfully alleviated the crankies.
• His lips—I’ve tried to figure out which parent he most closely resembles and hands down, it’s his dad. But he has certain features that are mine, like the ears. But his lips are perhaps a combo of his parents. But at any rate, I love them. They represent the most mobile part of him since birth, whether they’re drawn into a smile, that little oh of concentration when he’s reaching for something, or when they purse when he’s trying to figure out whether or not he likes the latest food introduction.
• His eyes—right now they’re so big and trusting and full of innocence. It’s so interesting to watch how they’ve subtly changed throughout his brief eight months here. While there is still a strong spark of innocence, it is now mixed with intelligence and recognition as his little mind constantly improves and captures nuances. It’s different parts amusing, fascinating and scary to watch him as his gaze fixates on an object, and now that he’s mobile and his pincer grip, he just goes for whatever is in his path, or makes a path to it.
• In the beginning stages of his life, it would be a wonder to see how at the end of a long crying spell or cleaning up seemingly endless cycles of puke and poo, the gummy smile he gives erases all. Now that all of that endlessness has ceased and he’s starting growing two bottom teeth, it’s fun just to watch him smile, scream and giggle as a reaction to me. It is truly a mood lifter to know that I have his rapt attention, and that for the most part, I am one of the most important people in his world.
I fall more in love with that little person every day.
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