I feel very nostalgic today. It is Marc’s birthday. He is going to be one year old. His birth has changed our lives forever. Caring for him and watching him grow has been the occupation and joy of my day-to-day life.
It has been almost twelve hectic, busy, exhausting, exhilarating and wonderful months.
Today, I just want to sit down and reminisce. I already feel the passage of time and am aware that he is growing too fast. A few months ago, I felt that time was suspended, especially during the sleepless nights, the times where nothing seemed to calm him down. That feeling of panic from not knowing what to do will stay with me forever. I still constantly question myself: Am I doing the right thing? Is this the way it should be?
Marc is growing healthy and happy. For now, this is proof enough that I am on the right track.
Parenting is a skill that I am learning and trying to perfect as we go along. The emotional and visceral bonding that occurred between Marc and me, on his conception then birth, is the foundation for the mother-child relationship that is now growing. It is a dynamic evolution, not a passive one.