It's Been A Year

There are still extra pounds around my waist and dark circles under my eyes.  I sleep much less and worry much more.  My stilettos are shoved in the dark corners of my closet, and flats are front and center.  I drive slower, walk more carefully, and watch my reactions.  There are guards on my cabinets and barricades between rooms.  It's been a year.

There are more smiles and more laughter than there has ever been.  There are more hugs and more kisses.  There is more learning and playing.  I make silly noises and think up crazy dances.  The number of Muppets impressions I do has risen from zero to 5.  I do pattycake and this little piggy at least once a day.  I point at objects and sound them out, and laugh when he mimics me.  There is more drool and more spit-up and much more laundry.  It's been a year.

It's been a year of exploration and adventure, tears and sadness.  It's been a year where I've questioned everything and known nothing.  It's been a year of the highest highs and the lowest lows.  It's been the greatest year of my life.  This is motherhood.