9 months – it seems like such a milestone. It’s how long I was pregnant with you. It’s how long a school year lasts. 9 months can seem like forever – when I was pregnant, I couldn’t wait to meet you, and it just drug on. When I was in school, it seemed like summer vacation would never get here. The 9 months since you’ve been born have seemed endless, too. But it’s because I can barely remember my life before you arrived.
Your dad and I used to go out to dinner when we wanted. We took naps whenever the mood struck us. We stayed up late and slept in. We watched movies uninterrupted. We even used the bathroom alone!
Since you’ve arrived, all these things are gone. But I don’t think either one of us miss them at all – you’ve filled a void in our lives that we didn’t even know was there! I thought I was living a fulfilled life, and in some ways, I was. However, since the moment I found out I was pregnant with you, I realized that becoming a mother was something I was meant to do.
Being your mother is incredible. Incredibly hard but incredibly rewarding. You’re still not sleeping through the night consistently. You still fight napping. You want to feed yourself, making an incredible mess. You fight having your face wiped, your diaper changed, your clothes put on.
But you also lay your head sweetly against my chest when I pick you up. You reach for me with the cutest little grin on your face. You light up when I walk in after a long day at work. You bring me your toys to share. You laugh when I laugh. You sigh with contentment when you fall asleep in my arms. I’d choose to watch you sleeping in my arms over taking a nap any day of the week.
One of the most incredible things this month is that you’ve learned to walk! You officially took your first steps on 08.08.08. I was so proud, I screamed with joy, which scared you and you fell! Once you got over the shock and my smothering kisses, you went on your merry way, like nothing had even happened. Me, on the other hand, I couldn’t even think about anything the rest of the day. I have a feeling this is the definition of motherhood – the feeling that your child’s accomplishments are bigger and more important than anything else in the world.
To me, they are. And to me, you are – more important than anything else in the world. I love you, Mommy
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