As I sit here on the eve of my son's first birthday, I am awe struck. What an amazing journey the past twelve months have been. Hello, I gave birth! And now, my newborn is.... God help me, a t.o.d.d.l.e.r. I also grew exponentially as a person. Nearly all of my priorities have changed, and certainly my outlook on life has completely changed. I am no longer just a me, I am a mother.
Over the past year, I have repeatedly complained about how fast time seemed to be flying by. I could never get my head around how each month my son was already another month older, when it felt like only days had passed. The days and nights were unbridled. Constantly running away from me.
Well, today I realized, time is not flying by, my life is just to busy to notice it ticking away. This made me think back to my summers as a child. The three-month long break from school was awesome at first, but by the second month, I was bored. I missed my friends and wanted to go back to school. Time just tip-toed by the rest of the summer, and I was sure I was going to lose my mind from the long days and nights. Now that I am an adult, wife and mother, there just isn't enough time in the day to get that bored again.
So then, the real question is, if a gain more control over my life, will I gain more control over my fleeting time? Unfortunately, I know that I will personally not be able to answer that question for a long time. I have a one-year-old son who is completely unpredictable, filled with life, and an inner drive to grow and learn everyday. I expect the next few years, at least, to be wild and unbridled. I also expect motherhood to always feel slightly out of control. And most of all, I expect to be here one year from now, shaking my head wondering where the time went. But hopefully, just as proud of myself, and my little family.
Now, for today's real post. ;) Please head over to the Epistolarians to check out my guest post! Spoiler Alert: It's an open letter to my pre baby body... Click Here!