I feel as though I've been experiencing a reawakening of my emotional self this year. I just care more about stuff, for better or worse. It means that I'm more driven with some things, and it also means that things that bother me carry a greater intensity. It's like me ten years ago, and I think I like it, but it also makes me feel like the world at large is working hard to crush me at times.
Then I wake up, or come home from work, or get up in the middle of the night with a bottle, and I pick up Simon. Sure, he's crabby at times with the teething, but seeing him smile and babble makes everything in the world right. It's too fantastic for words. Our little boy brings me more joy than I could ever seek out and find. The things that bother me just kind of melt away. Isn't that cool to think about? While adults try to talk you down from a ledge, to no avail, the simple act of a baby being a baby, your baby, can change your world for the better. It's so wild.
And to think I was once worried about how it would be having a boy instead of a girl.
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