A Year Has Passed

I have difficulty reconciling the status/ situation I'm currently in. Derod shares my view.

We were in the kitchen preparing for the family party when he said that he can't believe he's preparing for his son's first birthday party. I added that I sometimes even have trouble reconciling the fact that I'm now a mother, let alone the overwhelming implications of celebrating your son's first birthday.

This time last year (it's 1042 now), I was being coached on the 101s of pushing babies out of your wombs. It was on the job training. Practical lessons while in receipt of theoretical instructions.

A year has passed. I wonder where it went, how time could fly, how time always flies. It has been a year of much, positively speaking, routine, or if you choose to look at it in a somewhat more realistic point of view, monotony. But it was a kind of enjoyable monotony though I'd hoped that it was more challenging to my brain. Honestly, I can feel that I'm slower now and I'm not exactly taking this part of the deal with much delight.

Gabe is now ONE. He now gives his parents "hugs" by lovingly placing his head on our chests and giving a shy smile while he's at it. When he "hugged" me after his party last night, I had a flashback of the scene of new born gabe on my chest, the bun fresh from the oven.

People always say that the development of children is the fastest in the first year. It's amazing, all that happened before my eyes in this year past. I'm glad I was there with him. Before I'll know it, my little baby will be running around, going to school and all grown up. But meanwhile, happy birthday baby, and happy 1st anniversary of giving birth, to me.