I'm not going to recreate and re write the entire story on how my life completly changed because, well, you can read all that.
What I am going to do is write how much my life has changed, for the better.
Frankie came into my life on a gloomy, morning on October 20, 2011 at 5:52 am. Or so. The exact time is still up in the air. All I know is that I heard him cry and I cried too! I was elated! I was relieved that he was healthy, 10 fingers and 10 toes in tact. He was perfect.
And he continues to be perfect! He's an intellegent, funny individual with an attitude and a smile that melts my heart everyday!
He has a personality! and has been having one for quite sometime.
I'm convinced that he's had a personality from day 1. He hated to be carried like a "baby". He wanted to be held upright so he can see whats going on around him. He hated llubuys or any type of anything that labeled him as a baby. He hated the bouncer and bassinet. He sometimes liked the carrier, stroller and play pen.
Now, he likes taking walks (and when I say walks I mean, he baby steps while I hold his hand. He hasn't really walked on his own yet.
He likes food! All kinds!! Fruits and veggies! Soups, crackers, baby yogurt and oatmeal. Al this, on his own terms though! Don't force him to eat anything or drink anything because he will push your hand away.
He's grown so much in the past year. He weighed 7lbs 1 oz and was 19 inches long at birth! And when he went to see the doctor this past week he weighted 20.8 lbs, and was 29 1/2 inches long! He's big!!!!
I wish that I could spend my entire day with him everyday and just hold him and watch him grow! But, my duties as a mother have lead me to start a full-time job outside the home. I had to find a babysitter. I've joined the billions and billions of working mothers who have to leave their children at some point or another.
I wish I didn't have to. I wish that I was a trillion-aire and didn't have to do this, but reality is that I'm not. I must work to support my son, and if I have to leave him for a few hours, then, so be it.
My mother worked too. She was able to stay home for about 8 years and raised us children. Once we got older, she went back to work. But she had the support from my father who was busy working 2 jobs, going to school part-tme and then worked graveyard.
Those are just things parents must do.
Frankie motivates me so much, everyday! Just looking at his little face each day makes me strive for the best. Just so he can be happy and not have to suffer at all.
So it's safe to say that we've both grown up this year. He's developing and I'm learning. I'm also developing. I somehow grew mom wings or something. Mom wings are those wings that you grow all of a sudden. They turn you into an unstoppable, driven, run on no sleep, no food (ummmm not all the time. TRUST), and give you power to juggle 700 task at once.
I never knew how moms go so much done in so little time. Or how or why a mother loves you so much, Even when times get tough. Even when it's 3:00 am and has a screaming baby, with pee and poo stains everywhere! How do they do it? How do you go to sleep at 1:00 am because you're studying or working or whatever, and have the energy to wake up at 6:am! ANd you better be up! and jolly! Because that baby is so full of sleep that he expects you to turn into a clown, sing and dance for him!!!
Those are the mom wings that help you.
My wings are new, so I don't have all the answers. Heck, I'm still new at this. But I know that they'll be mature one day. Just like all the mothers out there.
So on my baby's first birthday, I felt happy, blessed, relieved and accomplished. The road is long and sometime stormy, but if I can surrive the first year, I know that I can survive the next infinity.
Because your job doesn't end when they turn 18, like some people think. Your job as a mother never ends. It doens't end when they go to sleep. It doens't even when you go to work. It doens't end when they go to school!!! It's never ending. So to all the mothers out there who are new, old, young, foster, adoptive, any type of mother. I say: Congrats! Without you..... we'd be lost.
Happy 1st BIrthday to my son!!!
