These days with you are ever-changing. Cuddling, playing, feeding, crying, stressing, laughing, growing. We are both growing. You have evolved before my very eyes. You were a tiny, curled up newborn, permanently attached to me. Those days with you were the hardest. I was not myself. These days with you are different. You are a little boy, crawling and taking steps and growing taller and stronger by the minute. I am grateful for every second of every day with you, even when it may seem like I am not. These days with you are not perfect. I expected perfection from myself, perfection from your Dad, perfection as a family. Perfection may not exist - but love; well, we could not love you more if we tried. These days with you are hard work. I get tired and you get grumpy and I don't always make the right decisions. I hold you tight and wipe your tears and pray ...
The diary (ramblings) of an anxious Mum.