I was hoping to post something when my girls turned 1. However, I was a bit busy with birthday planning – you know the ‘event of the year’ that your kids will never remember. Still, you put your all into it so you can justify all those wasted hours on Pinterest creating a ‘Birthday Board’ with 113 grand ideas. I mean c’mon, when they’re 18 I’d feel terrible if they look through pictures and wonder why I didn’t hand make everything. So I guess the late nights filled with sewing, glueing, painting and fancy chalk writing is all worth it!?… Lucky for me, I actually enjoy this kind of stuff. For some women I know this isn’t the case and society has put way too much pressure on Moms to create this “homemade life” for their kids.
SO, 415 days later (almost 14 months old now) and what a year we’ve had… A whirlwind, a roller coaster, whatever you may call it. Now, I look back at the months past and imagine the years ahead and I would consider it quite a MAZE! An unpredictable experience filled with excitement and uncertainty, you know you will eventually get through. A labyrinth of smiles, drool, bite marks, bumps, bruises, tears, giggles, and children’s songs you could sing in your sleep… on repeat. Nothing expected, but everything imagined.
Favorite quote of the year, from my husband Jason (while changing diapers)…”It’s like wrestling gators!”. Thank god for this man who had never changed a diaper prior to having two babies of his own. He dove in so fast, you’d think he was a professional gator wrestler.
*Note: I now believe that if we were ever stuck in the everglades amongst gators, we would be well prepared.
Since this is our first summer with all feet on the ground (stair climbers+walkers), no more army crawl or tummy time, we’ve had a little more excitement in the house. Two walkers going in two different directions is equally comical/nerve wrecking/and slightly stressful. They walk as if in a drunken stooper and just when you think your entire house is baby proofed, they find a way to injure themselves. Along with walking comes a whole new level of independence! They no longer want their nails clipped. I can hear the gawkers now – “ewe, there’s those world record babies with the longest nails”. Don’t worry, I clip their nails but (again), this is one of those gator wrestling moments and these are angry thrashing gators. Another fun sign of independence: they can now touch the top of their heads – like little ballerinas (can you picture it?). Although when they decide that their sweet smelling baby soft hair needs to be touched, their dainty little twirly fingers are usually full of mango, peas, pasta, applesauce, you name it. I don’t want to brag or anything, but we may have invented a new fancy hair pomade… (patent pending). The ending result is usually a nice glistening crust that seems to hold even the most obscure styles.
A year of watching two babies grow has been interesting. They are so different. I love it so much, I can hardly handle it. Seriously, It becomes hard to handle and keep everything straight (who did what and when) – this is why I write. I keep separate journals for both, but this is just another way to remember this experience.
To all you soon-to-be moms, new moms, or moms continuing to grow their families: keep your heads up, cry as much as you want, sing those silly songs as loud as you can, do those crazy dances that make your little ones giggle so much they hiccup, hug those babies even when they are squirmy and screaming, and love love love this life you are given. As hard as it may be at times, it is a beautiful maze of never ending moments to relish in.
2 thoughts on “.:9:. 415 days later. quite a maze”
You have a gift! I reread it from beginning to end today and I laughed and shed tears at the same time. Mom ÷)
i love you mom. xoxo