|Attempting to take a squirmy gerbil picture in new baby Christmas camo. From back left: Nephew #2 (11mons), Nephew #1 (almost 6) , Nephew #3 (6mons). Front: the newest addition, my Baby H (4wks).|
Wishing all of you a wonderful and bright new year! To kick off the new year, the other night I got my first baby kisses. While I know that at 4.5 weeks old, the reality is that he was just mimicking me, the truth is, it was the most incredible thing ever, and like the Grinch, my heart grew three sizes that day :)
One of my good friends told me that when my son was born, she wanted to know the real truth behind this whole parenthood thing. My answer (so far) to that question is that there are 2 truths. The first truth is that of core values and common sense. It is unwavering and never changes, and it seems that you either have them or you don't; you either pass them on to your kids your you don't. Throughout the ages, it has been the same, unwavering truth. The second truth is that you redefine luxury and love the moment they are born. Pre-baby luxury included long stretches of uninterrupted time alone, enjoying a glass of wine or a meal without a time limit, and jumping in the shower whenever I pleased, taking as long as I wanted to bathe. Post-baby luxury is any stretch of time, knowing full well I will be interrupted and actually being okay with that :) It is learning how to chug a glass of wine or spend 4 hours drinking it; likewise, it is chowing down on cold toast or protein shake and thinking it is the most delicious food in the world. It is making a choice between taking a shower or returning a phone call, and being completely happy with just having the choice to make in the first place.
Luxury becomes synonymous with acceptance.
As for love? Well, it's pretty much like a Michael Crichton novel...It's like a billion tiny ultra-bio-machine organisms that fuse to your cells and replicate to the core of your DNA. You are so overtaken by it, whatever it is, that you can't even remember how you lived without it just 5 weeks prior.
Love, therefore, becomes synonymous with taking a breath.