July 13, 2012 by Heather
Parker is sitting for a brief moment in his bouncy seat clutching what has recently been deemed as “his blankey” and going to town on his pacifier. I have friggin’ Baby Einstein playing on Pandora. The wheels on the bus DO go round and round, duh, that’s because they are round.
I’m pretty sure he is going through another growth spurt. I have not confirmed this (as in, I haven’t looked it up on Baby Center yet), but it sure feels that way. He is constantly eating, which basically means the majority of my days are spent on my butt in the corner of the couch with a boppy around my squishy middle. He did this around 4 weeks, and he is now 8 weeks. Maybe it is a once-a-month thing, I don’t know. I’m sure I should be reading books about all of this.
I can’t help but think that every time he is going through a growth spurt, maybe I am too. Not a physical one necessarily, but in other ways. Mentally, Emotionally, Spiritually. It is getting easier. I am getting more patient, more selfless. It is slow-coming, all this mother stuff. But so are his growth spurts. He isn’t going to be 18 years old next week, and I am not going to be the best mother in the world by next month (or ever, ha).
Growing takes time. It isn’t easy either – hence the term “growing pains.” But it is worth it, to grow into who you are supposed to be. Without growth, everything stays the same. And how boring would that be? Very.
Happy Weekend 🙂