12 Months
Height: 29"
Weight: 20 lbs 10 oz
Gil's Highlights:
Smiling
Playing with TJ
Throwing food on the floor
Blowing kisses
Snuggling
Sleeping through the night
Words: Mama, Dah-de, up, uh-oh
This little one is so proud of the big boy he is! So happy to Celebrate 1!
When I see this sweet face and this little body goes limp on my shoulder, I wonder why I worried about the arrival of this little love. By the time I wrote about preparing for 2 babies so close in age I felt somewhat prepared and equipped for the task. However, the first 2-3 months were a roller coaster. It seemed as if every time I felt I had a handle on it, I would be met with multiple days of disaster.
I finally found my groove and then it felt like time was slipping away. With TJ, I had all the time in the world to take every moment in. With Gil, a successful day sometimes just meant survival. For a while I felt like I missed things because I had been surviving instead of thriving. So naturally, all my true crazy came out and I was trying to relish EVERYTHING. I tearfully watched my baby grow. (Because this is GIL'S birthday post, I won't even get into my feelings on TJ growing up during all of this)
We all know a Mom who wishes each day away...they will be happy when/if: the baby sleeps through the night, they don't have to make dinner, their toddler is potty trained, they can run errands without buckling/unbuckling little ones a thousand times......I've been there. I've wished the moments and days away. But in that, I missed all the joy of what was happening.
Then there is the Mom who tries to hold on to every moment......everything they do on social media is #slowdown #growingtoofast...I'm kidding, but seriously, we all know how fast they grow. This is the Mom who tries to hold on......with every step they are over emotional or try to hold a little too tight to their children. Not allowing their children to truely meet their full potential. I've been there. I wanted to hold on tight and hope time would slow. Once again, in wishing for what wasn't, I was missing what was.
I had swung from one extreme to another (I'm sure post pregnancy hormones, sleep deprivation and husband gone on business travel had nothing to do with it ;) I needed balance.
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
"The Lord is my portion," says my soul,
"therefore I will hope in him."
Lamentations 3:22-24
I am so thankful for a Savior who has met me at each swing of my
Either way, "the Lord is my portion"
