Every month for the past year, I have shared things about my son. From things he has learned, funny stories, how he has grown, and so on. Over the last year I have grown and changed as well, and I felt like that should be shared. So, what better day to share this than the day he turns one. It’s hard to believe that on Tuesday, November 12, 2012 at 6:48pm, my sweet little Caleb was born. You can read his birth story here.
Things I’ve Learned
- I can get ready for the day in record time. I mean showered, hair dried, make up on, and out the door.
- I can live off of little to no sleep without needing naps or quiet time. And, to be honest I dont miss it. Some of my favorite “mommy memories” have been made in the wee hours. Im not so sure my husband feels the same way.
- I have more patience than I ever thought possible.
- I have become a pro at breastfeeding, at home or in public.
- I’m probably one of the only people that can understand Caleb’s baby chatter and the difference in his cries.
- I will always cherish the days when all he wanted to do was cuddle with me; when he would be upset if I needed to put him down, even for just a moment.
- I have learned to love the smell of his spit up, because honestly I wore it more than perfume.
- For the first 3 months of his life I could never eat anything Italian because it made his tummy hurt, and to this day I still feel guilty when I eat it, even though it doesnt seem to bother him a bit.
- I pray more now than I ever have in my life. I pray for his health, nap time, for strength, wisdom, patience, to know how to do the right thing, and forgiveness when I get it wrong. Mostly I thank God for him every day. Yes, literally everyday!
- I thought I knew what it ment to really laugh until the first time Caleb laughed. I have never heard a sound so pure and geniune in my life.
- I have never been more anxious or worried until Caleb started pulling up on furniture and trying to walk.
- I care less now about what people think of me than ever before. When I first had Caleb, I was worried about people’s comments about my parenting style: That I might be “snobish” for only wanting him to eat organic; that people wanted me to fail at breastfeeding because they didn’t do it; that they would make comments about the weight I didn’t loose after giving birth. Now, however, I just don’t care. Not to say, for example, if I get a dirty look when Caleb is screaming in the store it doesn’t get under my skin, but I move on. Caleb was screaming because he needed something and that means more to me than worrying about how a stranger feels.