I haven’t chatted about motherhood here on the blog in awhile. I believe my last post was about my recent miscarriage, which I really appreciate all of your sweet support on. You guys are amazing. I love having this community to share these types of things with and to connect with other moms.
I’m not sure if it’s the miscarriage or the longing to have another baby soon, but lately I can’t get enough of my little 20 month old ball of love. The faces he makes, his contagious laughter, the way he says “S” and it sounds like ass… literally everything he does is insanely adorable lately, and I can’t get enough of him.
As his second birthday draws near (only 4 months away) I can’t help but reminisce on these last 20 months. My oh my how the time flies. I know we all say it, and our moms tell us to enjoy these moments because they are so fleeting, but man they were right. When are they not right? Honestly… they know everything.
But, I just can’t believe it. I look at him, and he no longer looks like a baby. He looks like a little boy. One side of me loves it because I can’t wait to see what he becomes, and one side of me hates it because I long for the moments when I could carry him around and sing to him without him wanting to fling out of my arms to go kick a ball around the house.
It’s 9:46 pm, and I should be doing real work, but instead I’m looking at pictures of him on my phone and spilling my heart out on my blog. Blogging can sometimes feel like therapy, and tonight I guess I needed a little therapy.
I think I’ll tiptoe up the stairs, peek in on him, and cover him up with his blanket. I’ll kiss his forehead, and close the door. Later once I’ve washed my face, put my pajamas on, and gotten into bed I’ll pull out my phone and look at pictures of him while he sleeps peacefully in the room next to me.