another birthday (liam’s third if you can believe it — i certainly can’t) is right around the corner. how has it been almost three whole years since we first laid eyes on our darling boy?
if motherhood has taught me anything, it’s that time is the cruelest of thieves; all too often, the most precious moments are also the most fleeting; the days are long, but the years are short.
the days seem to crawl by. some are almost unbearably long, and it’s not always as easy as i’d like it to be to find joy in the little things when most days feel the same. papa rolls out of bed at the crack of dawn and works and works and works until just before dinnertime. i stay home, cooking and cleaning and chasing after the littlun who is go-go-go from the moment he wakes until the moment he falls asleep. even our newest addition — elsie moon, the cat — seems a bit weary on those especially long, tiring days.
but the years, they fly. my boy is growing up so fast, learning so much so quickly, i’m frightened to even blink. there was once a time he was small enough to fit his entire body on my chest; now when he stands, his head reaches past my hips. a mere six months ago, his vocabulary was close to that of an infant; now he speaks in full sentences, retells stories from his own memory, and shares his wants and needs and dreams with mama and papa and anyone else who will listen to what he has to say.
every day, motherhood shows me the meaning of bittersweet. it’s both heartbreaking and exhilarating watching your littlun grow and change and become the person they were born to be, but there is nothing i’d rather be than liam’s mama.
“making the decision to have a child — it is momentous. it is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.”
little joys 