...we have a one year-old little boy.
...oh what we've learned.
Patience. The wash will always need to be done. There will always be a deadline. But there won't always be a happy shrieking infant who just wants to smile at you.
Trust. I believe half of making it through the first year is due in part to a really, really great pediatrician. One you trust and who doesn't laugh when you ask questions like, "Is he growing a tail?"* and doesn't mind when you call 12 days in a row with a poop report.**
Faith. Faith that you are doing this right even though we are all making it up as we go along. (Seriously, Anne Lamott, where the hell are the operating instructions?)
Friendship. It's amazing what having a baby can do to a friendship. I will always treasure my conversations with Mercer in our oh-so-hormonal early days.
Memory. It goes too fast. I remember taking the cantaloupe out of the refrigerator the night my water broke. And I think from that moment on my memory went into hyper-alert. The second Charlie entered this world I became keenly aware of how fleeting everything was and want to remember it all. I now refer to him lovingly as "The Memory Keeper's Son."
Love. Not just a love between a mother and her child. Between a mother and a father. A baby and its family. I love watching our families with Charlie.
Happy Birthday to the sweetest little peanut.*This may or may not have been me.