My baby turns three next week. I can hardly believe that it has been three years since she was born and, almost as importantly, since I became a mother. As a new mom, it is all about nursing, burping, nursing, changing diapers, nursing some more, soothing the nearly endless crying, nursing again just in case, and in those rare, quite moments, saying a silent prayer that you were ever lucky enough to hold this precious, perfect baby and that someday she will know and appreciate all that you have done because you love her so much it hurts. . . .
. . .and three years later, after you have spent the better part of your day cleaning, baking, cleaning, singing, reading . . . okay, changing the channel, cleaning some more, and icing the tops of a dozen cup cakes to look exactly like soft serve chocolate and vanilla ice cream, that precious, perfect baby will hurl her expertly iced cup cake at your face, ruining the only clean shirt that fits, and screaming "I DON'T WANT CHOCOLATE!!!!" and you will realize that its time to start praying again - for her safety, your sanity and that someday she will know and and appreciate all that you have done because you love her so much it hurts.
No comments:
Post a Comment