Theo is a year old. Wow.
Since January of 2007, I have gone through many, many things. Somehow, although I knew that it would be tough at times, I also always seemed to know that I would be just fine somehow. I knew that since I had handled being all alone during my pregnancy well, which certainly wasn't easy, I was definitely made of heartier stuff. Having to take care of my then- 2 and a half year old Godson as a single 20-something year old woman prepared me for some of the "multi-tasking" I would be doing as a single parent today. Anyway, what I mean to say with all of this is that I was certain that I would be okay. That Theo and I would be okay. And we really are. He is healthy, happy, and super-smart, so all must be right in our world. It's definitely starting to feel right.
I really like my life.
Well, most of the time I do.
Between working full time and spending all of my other time being the mother of an infant, the year really did race by me. I made sure to stay present as much as possible so as to not miss out on all of the little joys along the way though. The little smiles, and the tiny little pearly teeth popping up one by one, the sitting up one day after months of trying, the reaching for me, and the cruising and the crawling and the walking his first steps. All the little cuddles and moments between us. This year has been filled with love. I am truly blessed. My life has joy and love and purpose and it has everything to do with my son.
I am so unbelievably fortunate.
Happy First Birthday, Theo. Your Mommy loves you deep like the sea loves the Moon. My every rhythm now derives from your very existence.
Thank you for choosing me to come to Life through, Pun'kin. Your faith in me is so humbling; your love for me is everything.
