Thoughts on Being a Mom

I can't believe it's been a year!  Everybody always told me how fast the time goes, and I never believed them. 

We've gone from tummy time and nursing to crawling and solid foods, to walking and talking!  I feel so proud of this little guy I brought into the world.  

I love hearing him talk to me as if he's telling me a story even though it's just sounds like random syllables. 

I love how his face lights up when he sees me, and how he falls over becuase he's trying to get to me so quickly. 

I love it when he toddles over with a toy, sometimes big, sometimes small, that he holds out and shows me with such a sweet smile becuase he knows I'll be excited about it.  

I love when he takes the toy and puts it in my lap because, of course I want to play with it too.  

I even love the way he throws his toys around so it looks like a tornado went through my house at the end of the day.

I adore how he's realizing he can choose, whether it's what food he eats, what toy he plays with, or what story he wants me to read to him.  

I laugh every time he wakes up from his nap and pounds on the wall because he knows I'll hear and come get him.  

I love (even though I get angry about it sometimes) that he wants to come color with me when I'm doing my homework and that he tries to help me out by turning the pages of my textbook. 

And I especially love hearing the word "mama."  I think "he knows me!  I am that person to him, his mommy, the one who loves him and takes care of him." 

And then I realize I've done pretty well at being a mommy so far.  Sure, I've had my ups and downs, and maybe I wish sometimes I'd done something differently or that he'd turned out a different way (why, oh, why won't he eat beans or potatoes!).  But I wouldn't change one second of what's been one of the best years of my life.