Motherhood is one of those really weird life circumstances when it’s the hardest time of your life and the best time of your life. I’m not sure anyone could have explained this to me beforehand, and I’m certainly not complaining, but it’s one of those amazingly odd things you just have to experience for yourself.
I don’t want to miss a single smile, coo, or “crow” (as my grandmother refers to it), yet some days I’m so tired I have to remind myself to talk to him when he’s awake and alert.
I love to watch him enjoy a meal, crossing his little feet and kneading his tiny hands in complete satisfaction and delight. Then my stomach growls its protest reminding me that I’ve skipped a few meals playing with him, bathing him, or whatever else he needs.
I’m getting to see the world with fresh, new-to-the-earth eyes, yet my to-do list sometimes yells so loudly over those moments, I can’t even enjoy the simple things that bring him pleasure.
Motherhood is both beautiful and awful all at the same time, yet as I stumble through it, I pray that I learn something, find joy in each moment, and soak in his sweetness for all it’s worth.