Kalia turned ONE last week! Time flies and I cannot believe she is one already! I am so busy with her party, but I took a moment to jot down some reflections in my small year of being a Mom. I intend to write a more sentimental piece for her one year when my life is not a disarray of glitter.
1) Babies are WAY more resilient than you think.
I am incredibly klutzy: klutzy mom + lack of sleep + precious little tiny baby = recipe for disaster. Most new mothers irrationally fear dropping their babies, but it was a valid concern in our case (I am sorry, Kalia).
So…. I have not dropped her
yet – but I have: misjudged the distance between entryways &
kicked lightly touched her face with my foot and threw a ball into her head.
So far, she is totally fine, she does not cry when I
bang graze her head on the door jam anymore; instead she has developed ninja baby skills and lifts her hands up covering her head against the door or my foot. Mom’s klutziness= awesome self defense skills at one years old! (perhaps at the cost of a couple points of IQ)
[Kalia, this reflection is more for you. I apologize, but you will be in the news when you are two years old for saving your mom by calling 911. And I will be thankful because, frankly, having the neighbors call 911 when I am in shock (and pantless) from burning off my thighs from an exploding teacup is just embarrassing. (A true story for when you are older: Lesson Titled: “Why Wine is Safer Than Drinking Tea”)]
2) I have absolutely no clue what I am doing.
And neither does any other parent, they are lying if they say anything else or they are just know it all people who cannot admit mistakes. If anyone was prepared, it was me-I read so many books, researched everything under the sun, but
most of the time sometimes when Kalia cries, I have NO idea WHY. And she rarely cries, so I must really suck at this mommyhood thing. But, I cannot read in a book how Kalia will be. Kalia is Kalia, a totally unique individual (yes, even at 0 months old, babies are unique) and I love every single moment of discovering who she is. (Except when cleaning poop, I could totally leave that part out.)
3) I thought I loved my husband more than I ever thought possible before Kalia came along, and now I love him even more
(Kalia, you have mushy parents who love each other & this will probably gross you out most of your life until you are much older & realize how blessed we all are)
Nick is an amazing father- and, like me, has no idea what he is doing. Together, we are in this for the long haul- the long journeyhood to be the best Mom & Dad to Kalia we could be. It is a bonding experience to be up at 4 am trying to figure out why she is crying and also comforting to know he has no clue what the answer is either.
I also am more annoyed at Nick than I ever have been, because it totally sucks being woken up at 4 am & Kalia is way too cute to yell at, so while figuring out what is wrong, we usually
yell at each other discuss calmly what to do and always never blame each other.
P.S. To My Miss Kalia- Happy First Birthday! I love you more than anything, thank you for coming into my life! You are the only Kalia I will ever have and as the only Mom you will ever have, I will work relentlessly to be what you need me to be and help you achieve your goals. I also promise to try and stop hitting your head into walls and doors. Love, Your Mom
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