The one thing I do know is that I don’t know anything for certain when it comes to this kid. Yes, he is mine and I do know that in general when he’s grunting and snorting in his crib it’s not that he can’t breathe, it’s just what he does. And that he doesn’t want to miss out on anything when he’s awake and will arch his back to take in as much of the world as his little brain can possibly handle.
There is still so much to learn about this little guy. I am starting to appreciate – with an overwhelming sense of wonder and anticipation – that he’s like a gift I get to reopen every morning. Each day he brings me joy like by getting to kiss his puffy cheeks. Later when I see the sparkles left on his skin from my lip gloss I am reminded that he’s my baby. He also brings me challenges daily. For some reason he needs to be held when I am ravenously hungry or need to go to the bathroom. It’s like he knows and he’s testing me. I’m sure there are more of these moments to come.
I am hoping to translate this feeling of wonder to the Christmas season as we anticipate the celebration of Christ’s birth.
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