At first you measure in hours (30 hours of labor), then days (first doctor’s appointment at 4 days old), then weeks (first smile at 6 weeks to the day), then months (first tooth finally arrived at 10 months) and now years.
Today marks peanut’s first birthday. 1 year. 12 months. 365 days. 525,600 minutes.
A year ago today I didn’t think I’d make it through delivery. I was exhausted and not in control. And then he was there, screaming on my chest, slimy and firm, loud, pouting and absolutely perfect.
In the months that have passed, I am struck by how much he’s changed and how much he hasn’t. Of course he’s grown and acquired new skills. He’s eating real food, babbling in sentences, pointing, laughing, walking (sort of). And some days I still feel exhausted and not in control. But he so much resembles the little boy behind the screaming bundle that I first held onto in the delivery room.
It must be how Michelangelo felt when he said he saw his figures in the stone, he just had to chisel away the excess. I feel like peanut becomes more and more of what the hubby and I have always seen in him. He’s an active kid with a very mischievous sense of humor and a fabulous giggle. He likes to observe a situation before diving in. He is a wonderful cuddler. He enjoys a bit of roughhousing but could also sit and look at a book for minutes on end (hey, for a 12 month old, that’s an eternity). Every day he surprises me and at the same time, he seems so familiar with each new trick.
I can’t believe how much and how fast he’s changed.
As I’ve marveled at all this growing in the last few days and played the “a year ago today” game, I wonder how much I’ve changed.
I’ve got a new name, mommy. The wardrobe is definitely more casual. The days are most certainly a bit more routine and the pay has taken some getting used to. Priorities have shifted as have my natural circadian rhythms. But strangely, I think I am simply becoming more of myself, just like peanut is. As our family grows, so do its individual members.
Meanwhile, today I will marvel at my little one and continue to fall more and more in love.
Happy Birthday, baby!