Thing is, now it's truly a new year and I feel it. I see.
I have a son. A healthy son. A beautiful son. He's funny. He's smart. He's fast, un-stoppable, determined. He wakes me up in the morning hitting my head and saying HELLO, or HOLA.
I tell him to get a diaper. He runs to the shelf, grabs two, drops one on the way, every time. Points to a shoe still thrown to the floor from the night before, while walking to the bed. He says, loudly, SHOE!
Ah, I love hearing him speak. It's so funny. And I am in love with him. I love his voice, and I think we ought to be past a really hard stage between 16-18mo where he whined a lot, and didn't say his words. It froze me crazy. I screamed. The stage before that had me screaming for a different reason. I don't remember that anymore. Now, at least it's less whining. These stages are confusing and hard to get through.
MAMAS who hold me, I sometimes needs you to hold me tighter, and I know I have to just remember GRATITUDE.
Ah I am feeling it so strongly tonight.