One

My little man is one month old.  It hardly seems possible.  Sure, there have been some long minutes and hours that seemed like months in themselves, but overall the time has flown by and left me dazed and bleary eyed wondering "how is he a month old already?"  I look around the house and see how little has gotten done.  It's a wonder the bed is made. I have not gone to work.  I have not made dinner in a month save putting leftovers in the microwave.  I have been lucky to shower every other day.  If I total the hours I have spent sitting on the couch, it would probably add up to 3 of the 4 weeks.  Normally, this month would have crawled by... only leaving the house for necessities and church, barley changing out of my pajamas.  But it has not crawled but sprinted by.  It seems that the hours between feedings are mere seconds as I look up in disbelief at the clock saying it's time for baby to eat, again. And yet, so much has happened!  We have become parents!  We have gotten to know our new baby's moods and personality.  We have planned and executed a beautiful baptism (with lots of help from friends and family--thank you!!).  We have gone to several doctors appointments, scheduled tests and surgeries and even managed haircuts, going out to eat and several shopping trips with the babe.  I find myself staring at him and wishing he would just stay small and tiny forever.  He's easy to hold.  He can't get into too much trouble.  He can't talk back.  He trusts us. I feel like we can keep him safe.  He has the biggest eyes and cutes facial expressions.  I love this little guy.  But...

 

I am so anxious to see him smile at me. I can't wait for him to return hugs and kisses and to walk and play at the beach with us. I hear his first coos and wonder what his first words will be. I want to know what he will be good at, what he will love, who he will admire and what good he will do with his life. I can't wait for him to understand the books I read to him or to watch him working on a project with daddy. I am already anticipating his first reconciliation and first communion. I can't wait to teach him about God, and His son Jesus. I want to hear him recite his prayers and then have prayers of his own.

 

But reflecting on this makes me realize I can wait, but I am grateful that there are things to look forward to every step of the way.

 

Take your time little one.  Take your time.