Well, we survived our first year of parenthood. As I sit here, I am pondering on the changes over the past year in the dynamics of parenting. I've traded the non-stop rotation of changing/feeding/trying to get Cale to sleep, with the non-stop rotation of changing/feeding/keep Cale from falling down the stairs, crushing his fingers in doors, out of the trash, away from the toilet brush, away from the remote control...you get the idea.
I remember yearning for the day that I wouldn't have to wash bottles each night by hand, only to discover they are replaced with sippy cups and zillions of plastic food containers.
Despite all its challenges, I love being a dad. For every tough moment there are a hundred that bring immeasurable joy to my heart and soul. There is no greater high than witnessing a milestone; seeing that twinkle in his eye and hearing his squeals and giggles; receiving a random hug in-between his busy play schedule or the feeling of him contently laying his head on my shoulder just before bedtime.
Kristin and I often talk about how, despite the feeling of love we experienced the instant we met him, we didn't really know him. Finding out who he is - as he discovers for himself - and experiencing our growing love, has been the best aspect of this past year. And the exciting part is that the journey is still young...
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