Quarter Year Memories

Wee One will be four months old tomorrow. This morning, Cohiba said: she’ll be a quarter of a year old tomorrow.  I threw a pillow at him for reminding me she’s older than I want her to be. (We’ve been living in a hotel room until the corporate housing comes available tomorrow, and, just as a side note, hotel room living isn’t as fun as I thought it would be!)

But here is the Wee One, almost four months old. I doubt myself in so many things, but read something on Facebook yesterday that I hope to remember.  It was in a mother’s group and someone had asked about rocking their one-year-old child to sleep, if they were doing damage to the kid.  Someone said, “Of all the ways I’ve damaged my kids, rocking them was my favorite.” 😊

How refreshing! Like: I’ve done worse so I’ll quit worrying about it!

Like I did in the early weeks, I want to make note of some things she does that I fear I’ll lose memory of.

  • Like this first one is already past, but I remember when she was smaller and be squirming her feet while nursing, I could feel it on my side. Like she was patting or loving on me.
  • Right now, especially in mornings, she’s watching me with these big blue eyes, and quickly blinks with such grace and like she can’t bear to stop watching me. It so beautiful.
  • When we’re talking to her, sometimes she geeks out with joy.
  • I finally said, “Fuck it” and started bed sharing with her.  We both sleep better and I get some beautiful memories of her sleeping on me and reaching for me. One morning, I opened my eyes and looked down at her. She was already watching me and she grinned.

“The days are long but the years are short,” I’ve heard said about raising a child, and I’m sadly coming to agree. Hopefully this helps lengthen the days.

Okay, your turn.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s