I have spent too much time thinking about our son’s first birthday. It came too fast and despite my wishes, it’s tomorrow. I mourn the loss of his first year of life. I hate that I can’t go back and feel the excitement of the first time he sat up, or the first time he ate “real” food, or the first time he peed in the potty. I want to do them all over again and appreciate them even more than I did the first time. I cry just thinking about it.
So, instead, today we will celebrate together. We will check on the puppies and chickens together, water the gardens and go on a special trip. I will be grateful that I was there with him to enjoy all of his firsts…grateful to God for bringing him into my life and grateful to my husband for making it possible for me to stay home with our son.
In celebration of this first year, I am taking him to a local museum that we visited together when he was a baby. I won’t waste the day being sad. I will cherish this last day with my baby and look forward to the many more firsts ahead of him as a toddler.