365 Days of Ephraim!

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I absolutely cannot believe that Ephraim turns one tomorrow! Where, oh where has the time gone? Everyone always tells you when you are a new parent to enjoy the time becuase it goes by so quickly, as if you could blink and suddenly your kid is graduating from high school. The reality is that those first few months and weeks with a newborn are so dissficult that you do wish you could fast forward through it somehow. Just get through it and get to the good stuff. My mom kept telling me during those hard days to just wait, as soon as he hit four months it would get really fun. She was right, but we she didn’t tell me is that time suddenly shifts from a slow crawl to light speed. I woke up today the mother of a one year old.

So I am going to spend today and tomorrow (indulge me) reflecting on the past year with my little miracle. In the early, early days I tried to keep a daily journal. It slowly turned into weeks and then months and the last entry is around 4 months. How I wish now that I had kept up with it. I wish I could go back and relive every moment and make sure to savor it. All of it. Even the tough stuff. The fact that these are days I will never get back with him is hard on a mother’s heart. I had that realization when he began to make the slow transition from tiny, helpless newborn to more active and independent dynamo. No longer would he let me just sit and snuggle him. Instead he became quite the squirmer and needed to be constantly in motion. When I finally threw in the towel and gave up on breastfeeding at nine months I expected to feel immense relief. Instead I miss it and try to remember what it was like to hold his tiny body skin to skin with my own and nourish him in a way that only I could provide. Those quiet moments alone, just me and him … i wish time could stand still sometimes.

These are the things and many others that I want to hold onto because one day my tiny son, my first born, will grow into a quite independent man and he will leave us and forge a family and a life of his own. The commitment that I am making now it to drink in everyday of his life and enjoy this time. Enjoy the ups and downs, the teething and fussiness, the being awoken by the sound of his cry in the middle of the night, the smell of his freshly bathed baby skin, the sound of his baby babble that will too soon give way to his first words and sentences.

I am reminded of the childrens book “Love You Forever”

It begins …

A mother held her new baby and

very slowly rocked him back and forth,

back and forth, back and forth.

And while she held him she sang ..

“I’ll love you forever

I’ll like you for always

As long as I’m living

              my baby you’ll be”

I know just how she feels.

My little valentine!

My little valentine!

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About rachaelneagle

I am a 39 year old wife and mother.I have two children, ages 5 and 2. I am passionate about my family, God and getting healthy. I love to learn as much as I can about health and wellness and share that information with others.

4 responses »

  1. Oh my God. That’s the creepiest book in the whole world. I think you must need to re-read it. I mean, the lady freaking uses a ladder to crawl into her grown son’s bedroom, sneaks in and holds him. Like he’s not going to wake up and call the cops!

    Anyway, other than that this was really sweet. I can’t believe my little E is one! Happy birthday buddy!

    • I know, I almost commented about the creepy factor at the end of the book. I chose to ignore that aspect and focus on the main theme! 🙂

  2. Lexie made me laugh. But I think you might make me cry, recalling how quickly it’s gone. When you read the Anne Lamott book, didn’t you wish you could have chronicled everything like she did?

    ps: look at that pretty-pretty princess hair, mommy! it looks great!

    pps: i don’t think my hair got washed on valentine’s.

    • I did in fact wash my hair on Valentines, but that was because it had not been washed in a week! No, that is not an exaggeration. Us thick headed girls can do that. Well, really I can go about five days, but it was actually a week this time. Who knew I would evolve into a dirty hippy in my 30’s!

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