baby, Lifestyle, parenting, personal

My Son is One

This weekend my son turned one.
This milestone is both exciting and bittersweet.
My sweet sweet little baby is becoming a little boy and we, as parents, survived our first year in parenthood.
I am flooded with emotions of pride, of aleviation, and also sadness.
The days are long but the years are short. Time is soaring and there’s no stopping it.
Are we doing enough, are we doing right, is he happy enough, how can we help his journey, am I saying the right things? There are so many questions moving forward that I have no answers for except this one: we will figure this out together. He will learn and we will learn.
There will be bumps in the road and mistakes made and all I can do is continue to love him and hope that none of the mistakes are anything we can’t overcome together.
He’s such an interesting character who is learning and observing all the time. His world is blossoming and I am lucky enough to bare witness to that. I love every second I get to spend with him, even in the middle of the night (like now).
I wont lie, I’ve shed more than a few tears BUT the overwhelming happiness far outweighs the sadness of my baby’s teeny tiny squishy days coming to an end. I’ve done my best to savor every moment.


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