December is a chronologically appropriate time for reflection. We humans love beginnings and ends; they give the illusion that we have more control over what occurs on our floating marble than I think we really do.
As luck has it, December also coincides with my first anniversary of motherhood.
So, in the spirit of the season of reflection, I present you with a list of pithy observations about my Year in Motherhood.
10 Things I Learned This Year From Henry
1. My mom was right about a lot of stuff. (Dagnabbit!)
2. My mom wasn't right about everything. (Bazinga!)
3. I am willing to hug a small child while he pukes all over me.
4. I am willing to catch, with my bare hands, my child's poop as it exits his butt to prevent it from plopping into the bathwater. I am willing to fetch from said bathwater missed poop with said bare hands. I am also willing to physically pull slightly stuck poop out of said butt with said hands protected only by a single baby wipe. Blech.
5. I can do sit-ups and Kegels until the moo cows (urban or otherwise) come home, but my body will never, ever be the same.
6. I can kick ass at athletic events anyway. (Like this one and this one.) Boo-ya.
7. Moms don't get sick days. (Ever, ever, ever.) At most, we get to sleep sitting up in a recliner that doesn't recline.
8. Two words: Mom Clogs.
10. I ache with love -- potent, profound, pure -- for my little boy.
|I love you, too, Moo Cow.|