him home and started praying he would sleep. Now he has 7 teeth, is trying to walk and talk and is going to be 1. It just isn’t fair.I know I’m going to cry on his birthday. It’s really a bag of mixed feelings. I’m happy he’s survived (and us) his first year. I’m excited he’s learning new things. I’m sad our first year is over. I’m sad he’s not a baby anymore. I have a toddler on my hands. What’s up with that? I still haven’t completely lost all the weight. Well, I only lack a couple pounds, but still. Where did all that time go?
This morning when I dropped Jake of at day care, one of the ladies was talking to me about crying on her youngest son’s 1st birthday. Her son shares Jake’s birthday and will be 21 on Thursday. Yikes. You want them to grow up but then you’re sad when they do. One of the other moms said, “well, Jake is your first, right? And you’re going to have another one, right?” As if having another kid makes Jake’s 1st birthday not as sad for me. Yeah, I’ll have another one but Jake will never be a baby again. Am I crazy or is this normal? Should I look into some kind of drugs? Should I seek therapy? Or should I just go on with my daily life knowing this is what happens to most moms?
2 comments:
Our baby is turning three. And every time we encounter a little baby my wife asks me, "Are you sure you don't want to have another?"
This is the same woman who threatened me with bodily harm if I didn't get a vasectomy. She came and witnessed the procedure. She knows full-well we can't have more.
I think it is nature that women want to perpetually have babies (not birthing, but the having of the young baby). It's hard-wired in order to guarantee survival of the species.
Just a thought...
Your normal! They grow so fast.
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