When I had Elizabeth, I was an educated parent. I studied all the best pregnancy books and by the time she was a few months old, I had already read through many parenting guidelines for the first year. I studied each developmental milestone and prepped her for it and guided her through it. I watched her sleep and counted her sweet breaths. I worried about her all the time and each new thing brought questions and concerns. I wanted to be the best mom and I didn't want to make any mistakes. Each day, she grew right before my eyes and her clothes got tighter and smaller. Countless times, I spoke of how big my baby was and how fast she was growing. Elizabeth is special, she is my first and I want the best for her.
This time around, I am an experienced parent. I believe Vincent will go through his milestones at his own pace and not by the timing of the experts. I spend less time worrying and more time enjoying his baby days. Instead of counting his breaths, I breath in his sweet smell. I don't feel foolish speaking in baby talk and making funny sounds to hear his giggles. My arms are super strong now and I love to carry him around. His clothes and baby things don't get sanitized like they did for Elizabeth, but I still try to give him my best. Though, Vincent is nearing six months already, he is still my little baby and I cherish these fleeting days. -S
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