My little bear just turned one! My infant has now transformed into a toddler – and I couldn’t be any happier.
We had a wonderful event-filled birthday weekend. I’ll tell you all about it next time as I’m having difficulty finding time to blog. Work is getting a little crazy plus there’s that dreaded exam next week that I haven’t even studied for. At the home front, I’m trying to finish as much as I can of What to Expect – The Second Year (turns out that this edition of the book is arranged by topic and not by age, so I couldn’t get away with reading a chapter a month!). I’m also doing as much research as I can on the bear’s new diet. Then there’s weaning. Seems like only yesterday that I was learning how to breastfeed, and now it’s time for me to stop. 😦
In the meantime, let me share with you some of our pictures from Meia’s birthday weekend as well as a beautiful post by the hubby over at his Facebook page.
Meia’s First Birthday
I’m a writer, so it’s strange for me to be so averse to distilling an experience down to a thousand words or so. Still, that’s exactly how I feel about fatherhood. Meia’s just celebrated her first birthday, and still I feel that it’s somehow to early to start writing about it, as if these past few months could dissipate like a bubble when forced to bear the weight of my words. Maybe someday. But I’m still a writer, and I still feel the need to express in language what the experience has been like for me. For now, the words of others will have to suffice.
“If anything Fatherhood has made me more of a person.
I’m happier than I’ve ever been, and sadder.
I’m more aware of the moment, and more anxious for the future. I’m angrier and more content.
I’m more patient and more frustrated, much more mentally stimulated and a lot more bored.
It’s a very long shopping list of contradictory emotions often experienced simultaneously.
I’m a prince and stepmother, king and stepsister, horsey and fairy god-mother.
I’m a slob and chauffeur, teacher and pupil, nurse and sergeant major.
Dispenser of hugs, sympathy, ultimatums, and, moral guidance. The manners police and the hygienist.
I’m a chemist and cash dispenser.
Dancer and tickler. Monster.
Bum wiper and bather. Grump and storyteller.
Tyrant, pushover, builder, and cleaning lady.
Husband and son.
~ From “Little Star” by Andi Watson, a book I bought years ago, and kept unread until Meia was born, somehow knowing–yes, even then–that it would capture the experience almost perfectly.
Happy birthday Little Star. Your mom and I love you very much.