Time Flies

My little boy is turning one tomorrow.   Actually,   he’s turning one at 1:52 AM… this time last year, I was tearfully giving up my hopes of having a nice, earthy, yoga-pose aided natural childbirth, and submitting with exhausted reluctance to the epidural Casey was begging me to take.   After 20 hours of labor at that point, I was in agony and the thought of the pain going away was starting to sound better and better.   Good thing, too.   My “very small, maybe no more than 7 pounds” bundle of joy turned out to be an 8 pound, 10 ounce bruiser with a head circumference that was off the charts.   When I look at the scar from the c-section, and look at Kenny, my heart bursts with pride that something so miraculous actually happened to me.

And here I am, one year later, one thousand years wiser, and a million times fuller than I ever thought I could be.   And yes, I’m ready for another one.

Isn’t that the question on everyone’s lips these days?   You date someone, and everyone wants to know if he’s the one.   You get engaged, and everyone wants to know the date.   You get married, and people start winking at you and asking when you’re going to start putting buns in the oven.   And your first turns one, and everyone starts saying things like, “so.. are you ready for the next one?”

In good time, people, in good time.   I wrote a few weeks back about wanting to have another little wonder as close in age to Kenny as possible… so we’ll just have to see what the Good Lord has in mind.   Casey and I get together with a group every Friday night, in which three of the other women are currently pregnant – all three with their third child.   Suddenly, my circus of a boy Kenny looks like a picnic.   These women all manage to comb their hair and match their shoes… surely I can manage that with only ONE!   But these things aren’t really up to us, are they?   Oh we can try, we can plan, we can dream.  

But in reality, all we really can do is look at what we’ve got right now, and thank God for it.   And I’m so thankful for little Kenny.   He is a dream come true.   He’s never had more than a sniffle, never been hurt more than a little bruise on the forehead from learning to walk, never given me more than the average sleeplessness or worry.   I am so blessed.   The last thing I want to do is miss a second of his precious life by wishing there was another one on the way.   I want to enjoy every bit of this perfect, tiny miracle.

We’re going to get his first haircut tomorrow.   I took him to get some pictures made today for his birthday.   We have a pile of presents on the dining room table (mostly wrapped up old TV remotes and cell phones… hey – you gotta give the kid what he really wants!).   I think I’ll make pancakes  sprinkled with  cheerios for our breakfast tomorrow.   And a cake that looks like a giant cheerio.   And take lots of pictures.   Kenny will only be ONE once!

Casey just asked what I was writing about, and I said, “I want to have another kid.”   His eyebrows shot up, and he ran out of the room.   Was it something I said?   Maybe I’d better wrap this up…

But first, thank you to all who emailed and commented on yesterday’s post.   It was so heartening to hear so many who think the same thoughts, struggle with the same things and dream the same dreams.   We need to encourage each other to give this art of mothering our all, while still remaining the whole people we were created to be!  

Here’s to truly being who we are  ~ all that we are.