Motherhood
Well, today is the one-year celebration of my son's birth and sure I made the pumpkin cupcakes and got him a nifty little gift but really, who is this celebration for?
Me.
Yeah, yeah, all you paragons of motherhood out there are probably gasping in horror, but I say too bad. I'm an Aries, sometimes selfish to the core, and I'm celebrating the fact that I actually kept the little bugger alive for one year.
Okay, I had a lot of help.
A lot of help.
And it is because of my husband and family that my son and I have such a great relationship now, a far cry from the night of his birth. After four days in labor and over three hours of pushing, after his birth all I could think about was a hot shower. And when the nurse plopped him in my arms, I emerged from the fog long enough to marvel at his beauty before quickly detaching from new motherhood to marvel at the beauty of a roast beef sandwich.
One year later, he is still alive. And more than that, he is thriving and happy, and I cannot wait to see his little face tonight when he sees that little pumpkin cupcake. His eyes will gleam, he will laugh, and then he'll smoosh the entire thing between his fingers. It's going to be great. Happy Birthday, Little Bug!
Me.
Yeah, yeah, all you paragons of motherhood out there are probably gasping in horror, but I say too bad. I'm an Aries, sometimes selfish to the core, and I'm celebrating the fact that I actually kept the little bugger alive for one year.
Okay, I had a lot of help.
A lot of help.
And it is because of my husband and family that my son and I have such a great relationship now, a far cry from the night of his birth. After four days in labor and over three hours of pushing, after his birth all I could think about was a hot shower. And when the nurse plopped him in my arms, I emerged from the fog long enough to marvel at his beauty before quickly detaching from new motherhood to marvel at the beauty of a roast beef sandwich.
One year later, he is still alive. And more than that, he is thriving and happy, and I cannot wait to see his little face tonight when he sees that little pumpkin cupcake. His eyes will gleam, he will laugh, and then he'll smoosh the entire thing between his fingers. It's going to be great. Happy Birthday, Little Bug!
