I was always the person that relished it. I still do. I get antsy when I'm in one place for too long. I live to explore knew people, places, foods, cultures... Never in my life did I want things to stop changing.
Until I had a child.
Nobody told me that being a mother was going to be a daily, weekly, monthly series of heartbreaks- as you watch your little person change so rapidly- and become an almost entirely new entity every couple weeks.
It is crazy. My baby is one an a half, and I already miss the 13 or 14 incarnations of himself, that he has been since he was born.
The blob of needs infant, with the bright eyes.
The smiling five week old (well, it was probably gas- but it was amazing.)
The rolly polly three month old.
The seven month old we were convinced would never crawl.
The 13 month old who stood up- and then didn't actually take a step forward for two more months.
And now, the hilarious, giggling, little boy that he is this week.
Changes. They break my heart. But I'm excited to meet the person he'll be next month.
*Thanks All Things Fadra, for allowing me to stop being such a perfectionist for five minutes, and write this post.
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