Two years ago today the biggest, most joyful change took place in my life. All the changes that have happened since that day remind me of how strange the passage of time is.
In some ways, it seems like it was forever ago that our little one was just a tiny, helpless baby. He couldn’t do anything on his own and was totally reliant on us for everything. It’s hard to even remember what that was like—the hours he spent sleeping in the Rock ‘n Play, lying on the floor looking at his mobile and plastic mirror—it all seems so long ago.
And yet… all those things went by in the blink of an eye. Before we knew it he was rolling, then crawling, then walking all over the place. All of a sudden he could make noises besides crying, and one day he was talking in complete sentences.
Life has become so different it’s hard to remember what things were like before having a kid. The routine of every evening seems so normal and natural—get home, make dinner, play with the little one, then get his jammies on, brush his teeth, and put him to bed. I really have to think hard to remember what I did with that free time after work before he was born.
Though there are challenges and things are definitely busier, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I still make time to exercise and write—getting those things in just mean being more efficient with my time.
Time is a funny thing. When you’re waiting for something, it crawls along with an intolerable slowness. When you want a moment to last, it moves much too quickly. Still, every time I want to freeze time in the little one’s life, he does something new that amazes me. While time is at a premium, the time I spend with the little one is so much better than any time I spent before he was in our lives.
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