It really is true when they say that the days are long (some so long you can’t stand it) and yet the years still fly by, as if those days you wished away had never happened.
A year ago, I wrote a letter to my son a few months after his first birthday. I revisited that letter in the week leading up to his second birthday and knew I had to share it on the blog.
The letter, which is just a very large run on sentence stored via iPhone, made me pretty emotional when I reread it. Not because I remembered, but because I had forgotten. I had forgotten what life was like just 10 months ago. I forgot how exhausted I felt from the craziness that is the first year of life with a child. The late nights, early mornings, and moments in between came flooding back to me and I realized how drastically different life has become with a self assured toddler on our hands now.
If you have ever thought about writing an annual letter to your kids, I really recommend doing it. Even if you think you have nothing to write, you do, and you will be so glad you did. My first year letter is below:
A Letter to My Baby Who Has Already Turned One:
I had hoped to write this for you on the eve of your first birthday after you were fast asleep, listening to ocean waves. I thought I would finally take a minute to sit down and collect my thoughts from the year, but I didn’t. I didn’t get around to writing because that night I decorated your door and put out your presents in Santa-like fashion. In fact, I actually encouraged (nudged) you to wake up that next morning. I know you won’t remember waking up with adorable blonde, tousled hair and outstretched arms reaching for me, your Mama, to pick you up (you’re still not walking by the way), but I will.
I’ll remember this year, your first year to be exact, which has left us with so many memories. Some I wished away: the agonizing hours when you just wouldn’t sleep. Some I wished to never end: your head on my shoulder and your little hands intertwined in mine on the couch as we watched Daniel Tiger.
It is truly amazing how slow and fast a year can pass, especially as a parent. There is this paradox of not wanting to be in the current day for a moment longer, and yet not wanting the wonderful moments to ever end. So I’ll certainly remember the wonderful for you: the hours we spent reading , walking, the trips to the zoo, museum and park, rocking you to sleep, and all the giggles in between.
I love you to the moon and back a million times my sweet, beautiful baby boy .