A Life in Thirty Posts – Post #28b
For 30 days, I will be sharing random stories from each year of my life as the big three-oh looms. Consider it my way of coping.
Suffice it to say, nothing else in 2007 comes close to matching the life-changing event that was the birth of our daughter.
I don't care what anybody says – if you've never been a parent, there is no way to appreciate how great of a change you and your significant other have to endure when you come home from the hospital with an 8-pound human being who is completely and totally dependent upon you for everything.
Let me repeat: everything.
Friends – what are those?
Sleep – what was that?
Free time – isn't that what we fill with sleep?
Needless to say, it was a transition.
But then you start to do things that you never thought you were capable of.
You give a squirmy newborn a bath on the kitchen counter and she doesn't drown. Okay.
You go to work on three hours of sleep…and survive. Alright.
You don't recoil when they projectile vomit curdled milk out of their mouth and nose all over your bed comforter. Nope. Still gross.
Okay, so you start to handle most things. And as the days pass, things start to get a little easier.
Before you know it, they're walking and talking and that the moment when you walk in the front door after work, and hear the pitter-patter of feet running your way, is the highlight of your day.
Suddenly, everything that is important in your world is right in front of you, showing you their new shoes that they're wearing on the wrong feet.
And you never, ever want them to grow up.
