Everyday I’m reminded that parenthood is no easy task.
As well as everyday I learn something new. We are given the responsibility to raise little people and aside from the work it takes to get them here, raising them is a feat in itself.
It starts when you begin to plan to bring a new life to this world. I remember taking prenatals before trying to conceive, just to have peace of mind that they would be able to abstain from the chance of contracting or developing any disease while in utero.
Then from the second you know you are expecting them, you begin to do everything possible to nourish them so they can grow as best they can within your womb. I avoided tons of foods I loved just for their benefit, like most of us do.These ones were hard but, I even cut out caffeine, limited aspartame and tried to eat as healthy as possible.
Before their arrival you get everything ready for them, prepare their room, have their clothes ready, stock up on supplies and baby proof the house.
Once they make their debut the journey continues to keep them safe, healthy and we guide them towards self-sufficiency. In the meantime, we count diapers to make sure they’re eating enough, change them frequently to avoid rash and concern ourselves with providing the best nutrition. Among many more things. I even chose to stay away from highly trafficked areas until they were immunized.
Well, not really but Mimi’s has yet to be sick and Gabs has rarely ever been sick either!
Germaphobe right here! *points to herself*
So once they are self-sufficient the journey then shifts to the task of guiding them to become productive, independent and successful members of society.
I’m in that stage now, so far I’m extremely happy with how Gabriella has turned out despite all odds. She is a beautiful and kind human being. Intelligent and caring. Talented. Well-mannered. I’m proud of who’s she become and I’m not the only one who can take credit for it. They say it takes an entire village to raise one child and I’m glad she has had enough support to be the little person she is.
I guess to me it’s kinda sad that she is growing up.
I know she’s only 6 years-old and even if I’m highly active in her life, it just seems that the years are just flying by. Kinda dreading when the years come when she may not want anything to do with me. I just know she’s a good kid and I have the confidence that she will be a great adult.
It’s just bittersweet. Time is fleeting.
I’m loving taking care of my little Jelly Bean, adoring seeing her grow each day. Being more vocal, always giving me that contagious gummy grin, being a roly-poly little worm and best of all looking up at me with those beautiful brown eyes.
All after she’s super milk drunk and giving me said smirk. That just melts me and I still see that same look with Gabriella (minus the milk drunk, it’s more like chocolate now), my little Peanut, she gives me that look of appreciation when we do things together and when she’s so happy.
So, that is how I know that they’ll forever be my little babies. It’ll just change in expression as the years continue to pass.
At times it just chokes me up. I know, I am a huge suck! =P
Anyway, parenthood has its good days and its bad days but, in all honesty… This is the job I was meant to have. Where are you in the journey through parenthood? Any words of advice/encouragement you can offer a young mom? LOL.
Hope to hear from you guys!
Til then, cheers!