So, about a week ago, Thomas turned two years old. I’m just now blogging about it, cause I’m about a week late on most things these days.
Most people are resolved to the fact that they are a parent about a month after their child is born. Not me. I still wake up each morning, see this amazing creature running around my apartment and am amazed that he eats, sleeps, poops, talks, laughs…and that I made him. Like people grow plants, gardens, businesses…I grew HIM! The fact that I am the one to teach him all that he must know; right from wrong, good and bad, ugly and cute (ha ha), the fact this little baby is becoming this little man with a huge personality is overwhelming. I remember wanting to punch people who say “it goes by so quick” on the days when I wanted to end it all, in the days of his colic. Now that he is two, he has finally sprouted some hair and he knows most the letters in the alphabet. Where has the time gone?
Rob has always been Thomas’ favorite. I’m not sad about that at all. In fact, I think it is so special. They have a bond that most mothers and babies have. Rob took on the nurturing role the first few months of Thomas' life due to me being so sick and their bond is undeniable. How lucky Thomas is to have a father like him who does all he can to love with all he can? If only Thomas knew how hard we prayed to get him here. If only Thomas knew how much he has been loved in this family the past two years. If only Thomas knew how much I’ve longed to be his Mommy, and am grateful for his patience as I try to figure out how the heck to do that as I feel so incapable to do it. Two years down sweetie…hang in there with me…I’m new at this. I’ve only had two years experience just like you.
