I've since healed my heart and mind from that kind of thinking; a few years later and they're going strong, living in the Midwest where her Military husband is stationed. They just welcome the birth of their first child this past weekend, a healthy baby girl who was bigger than my own big boy was when he was born! So while the sexes of our children are different and I'm not married to the father of my son (yet), we seem to be finding that parallel path we followed for so long again...
She called me the day her family got home from the hospital to tell me about the labor and delivery - her labor was significantly longer than mine and delivery was marked by a slight complication, but we share this experience nonetheless and I welcomed her to the mamahood club with vigor and excitement. She has experience with young children since she works in a day care, so of the two she seems to be the level-headed, less frantic parent (definitely the opposite for us - I continue to be the worry wort of the two of us). Listening to her talk about the first few days of her daughter's life sent me down memory lane with my own becoming a mama moments. As I continue to be amazed daily at the growth and development of my sweet boy, I can't help but wish it would happen just a little slower. He will be 4 months old in a few weeks and the question I keep asking myself is when did this happen? Wasn't he just born like, yesterday? Wasn't I still pregnant like, last week? I know the first month of his life is a complete blur to me, I wish I had enjoyed it a little bit more.
I know it's still early and he's still so young, but I definitely told my friend to enjoy her time with her daughter at every step of the way. I look at dear Daniel and it's hard to believe that he was once half his size and so very new to everything. Now he explores everything with his eyes, practices holding himself up by his arms and using his strong neck muscles to keep his head steady, kicking himself up with his strong legs as we support his upper body, talking a mile a minute and laughing intensely as his dad tickles between his shoulder blades and razzberries his ever-expanding tummy.
While I am constantly looking back at the beginning of my life as a mother,
Just smack me now.