I’m not usually overly sentimental in my writing, but around Thanksgiving it’s a little hard not to be. For a long time while I was going through infertility, I felt very cynical about Thanksgiving. Yes, I was grateful to have a good job and a loving husband and a roof over my head and blah blah blah…but I took it for granted because the one thing I wanted more than anything else eluded me for so long.
Now I have a baby, and even though it’s not been all puppies and rainbows like I once thought it would be, there are enough moments of pure joy to warrant a
sickeningly sweet post about why I’m grateful I have him. So here goes:
1. He’s cute. Really cute.
2. He has the best smile around. I’m not just saying that because I’m his mom. Lots of other people have said so too.
3. He’s finally sleeping through the night.
4. After a lot of struggle, we got the breastfeeding thing right and are still going strong. I love nursing this kid, and he loves it too.
5. He now knows I’m “Mama” and that FD is “Dada.”
6. I love the joyous look on his face when he takes a few steps before falling into our arms (he doesn’t know how to stop yet).
7. Sorry, this one’s gross: More solid food mean easier-to-clean-up poops.
8. His laugh.
9. How he bounces along to music.
10. He’s starting to joke around and play games with us.
11. When he plays by himself for a half-hour or so, I can get a few things done.
12. I love when he falls asleep on me. He’s a great snuggle buddy.
13. You can almost see his mind working as he figures out how to do something.
14. His little smirk. It looks like his daddy’s.
15. He smells really good, just a sweet babylicious smell.
16. It’s adorable to see him interacting with his baby friends and cousins.
17. The way his hair curls around in the back.
18. Somehow he never seems very dirty, so I can get away with bathing him once a week.
19. His tiny body. He’s a little guy, and I love his cute little belly and nose and toes.
20. That he’s napping right now so I can get this blog post out.
I could probably come up with lots more, but 20 seemed like a nice even number. I am trying to stop and give thanks, not just on Thanksgiving but every day, for this sweet child that I didn’t think I was ever going to have. It’s hard when you’re caught up in the day-to-day work of a mom – the feeding, the changing of diapers, the calming down of tantrums, the just-trying-to-get-something-done-around-the-house-before-I-lose-my-effing-mind – to take time to appreciate what you have. I thought that I, of all people, would be able to do that, but it’s still difficult. So I’m going to try to remember what it was like before I had him, and what I would have given to have a baby. Now he’s here. And I’m ever so grateful.
Happy Thanksgiving! I’ll catch up with you all after the holiday weekend. In the meantime, tell me, what are you grateful for as a parent?