My nickname is Mom. But my real name is Mom Mom Mom Mom Mom.
This last few weeks have been some of the most bittersweet to me thus far in my motherhood journey. Milo is learning SO much right now. He is a sponge. He does funny things and he knows it. He is so observant and so content and busy doing his important things like hiding toys in the corner of the couch and carrying his Milo treasure around in his little red bucket. And he needs me. He holds my leg when I'm working in the kitchen. He wants to be held while I'm making his bottles. He wants to be right there with me when I'm doing my makeup. He likes to help me pick out what to wear. He is such my little buddy.
Next Saturday, my little munch is turning one. And I haven't figured out quite yet why that thought is bringing me to tears almost daily. Maybe it's because I'm afraid it's going too fast, and it's going to run out, which is silly, because I'm going to be his mommy when he's 1 and when he's 10 and 15 and 30. But he changes so much so fast, and sometimes I wish time would just slow down and wait up for me!
I get really nostalgic for these days last year, when he was just about to come and when he just barely born. And I know next year I'll be the same way for these days. It's all just so good. SO good. Today is so good and yesterday was so good and tomorrow will be so good.
And I know one will be so good. But really, who gave the years permission to go into hyper speed as soon as I became Mommy?