It’s Month 11! Holy Moses, we’re almost at one year.
As I’m typing this, Squishy is right beside me confidently snoring in his sleep. My son is a snorer, there’s no denying it. Not baby snoring, but big boy snores. Which I guess I shouldn’t be surprised about because he’s now more toddler than he is a baby. My mommy heart is having a hard time with that. During the nine months I carried Squish, no one ever told me that watching him grow would be so hard. I was warned to enjoy his baby time because “they grow up so fast” but no one ever told me how emotional it might be. Every little thing makes me cry now: switching out his clothes for the next size up, seeing him chew on bigger bites of food, watching him pull himself up when it was only yesterday he could barely lift his head. Logical Grace knew -of course I did!- that this would happen, but Mommy Grace doesn’t ever seem to be ready for any of it.
And why didn’t anyone tell me that Squishy would so soon develop pre-toddler attitude? Seriously, my kid has opinions. So many demands. Squishy doesn’t like that food, but wants this one. He has to have Mommy hold him, but only in a certain way. He must be picked up by Daddy when Daddy first enters the room, or be prepared for a scream storm. Stacking cups are the only toys Squish will play with; don’t bother giving him any soft toys. I wonder if I was ever this bratty as a baby. If yes, then there aren’t enough hugs in the world that I could give my parents now in my adulthood.
The Big One is just around the corner for all of us. Tim and I are going to take this next month to reflect on how much we’ve grown as individuals and as a family. Not a day has gone by where one of us hasn’t asked the other, “How did we get so lucky?” We’re still looking for answers and I imagine we always will.
One more month to go, Sir Squish! And another month more of loving you most. xo, Mommy & Daddy
