Parenting ain’t all it’s cracked up to be. It’s as much a burden as it is a blessing. I’m hardly ashamed to admit that.
I have trouble describing the feelings that swirl around, all day, every day. Is it like first love, that irrational blur of emotion? No, it’s more complex and much, much subtler. It’s tired and clear, melancholy and annoying, vomit and smiles. It’s smiles. A lot of smiles. It’s joyous and sleepy, painful and promising, frustrating and surprising. It’s diapers. A lot of diapers.
It’s a first car ride, a first trip to the zoo, a first taste of food. It’s a first trip to the lakes. It’s first steps and first full night sleep. It’s first tooth and first word (“book”).
Here’s to first kisses, first breakups, first rainy days and first days at school. To first nights spent alone, to first friendships, to first drinks, to first pets, to first bike rides. Here’s to first times. Here’s to first falls, first winters, first springs and first summers. Here’s to you, Penelope K.
Happy first birthday.
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