It’s so funny when you stop and think about how time seems to go excruciatingly slow, or incredibly fast, depending on the phase of life you’re in. When I was pregnant, my time was divided in weeks, and the time between these weekly milestones sometimes seemed to encapsulate an eternity. I can remember receiving that phone call from my OBGYN confirming that I was pregnant (via blood test) and feeling like the wait until week 8 for that first pre-natal appointment was SO. LONG.
As soon as I had Evan, life was put on fast forward. I used to listen to mothers talk about the time “going too fast” and hearing time and time again that “they grow up too quickly.” Honestly, I didn’t ever really give it much thought. I didn’t realize that watching your baby go from a smooshy, fresh newborn to a rough and tumble almost-1-year-old would not only be an amazing sight, but a deeply emotional and borderline heartbreaking experience, too. And yes, I realize I make this same post every month, using only slightly different words to describe the same feelings, but UGH! Navigating the emotional terrain of new motherhood is sometimes overwhelming.
That said… Evan is 10-months-old. I am having some anxiety thinking about his first birthday party, which is so close at this point. He sprouted teeth this month. He’s doing this half-crawl/scooting/dragging thing, but definitely on the move, and I see walking in our very near future. He likes to sit up in his crib and bounce. He can locate and put his own binky in his mouth. He’s saying Mama, Mamaw, Dada, Papaw, Matt (Uncle Matt, comes out more like “Mah!”) Baba. He can point to Mommy’s nose, can clap and wave, and is pretty much just brilliant all around.