Wow. First of all, I can’t believe that I can say that I am a mom to a two year old. Where did those two years go? Everyone always says that time goes faster when you have children, but you never really believe it until you live it.
This is hard for me to admit (as I pride myself on being a writer), but this is one of the hardest posts for me to actually write. It’s not easy to put into words the love you feel for your child. So, I thought I would share a little story that I think may give some insight. After I began to recover from my postpartum episode, I had a colleague of mine come up to me and say, “I don’t know how you powered through some of those days. I don’t know how you kept going.”
I really didn’t need to think much before I responded, because the answer was simple. “I needed to get better for Owen.” That’s all I really needed to say. He’s the most amazing little boy that I have ever met — I know that everyone mom thinks that, but really he is. I needed and still need to be the most amazing mom I can for him. He deserves the best. While I was walking through that journey, his smile, his hugs, his new little words is what got me through some of the hardest days.
Owen’s at the stage where the world is new to him and you can see wonder in his eyes all the time. He’s curious, intelligent, he’s kind, sensitive, and pretty darn funny. He has adorable features and everyday I’m reminded of his daddy (who I think is pretty darn cute too). Everyday he truly amazes me with a new word, phrase, or skill that he has picked up.
But, part of our goal with this site is to be honest moms, so honestly…having a two year old is also very challenging some days. Some days he doesn’t want to get his dirty diaper changed, or sit in his car seat, or give me back my keys, or sit in his high chair. Some days he has tantrums, kicks the dog, and bites his daddy (yes, this has happened more than once.) Some days I think it’s a miracle that I even made it to work before 10 a.m., because I had been up all night with an unhappy toddler. But, would I change any of it? The traumatic birth, the NICU stay, the postpartum, the tantrums, the tears (both mine and his)? Not for anything in the whole world. This is our story.
So, as I continue to reflect over our last two years, I’m going to try and embrace and accept all of the craziness that comes with officially being a “toddler mom.”
Wishing my sweet boy the happiest of birthdays and I can’t wait to see what this next year brings us.
Blessings to you and your family,
Three items that I’m grateful for:
- My miracle baby, Owen William.
- Our family and friends for loving Owen so much!
- For all of the memories of the last two years (good and bad ones).