This day has arrived far quicker than either of us could ever have imagined and it has gotten more and more exciting as the day approached. What do we do to celebrate this milestone? We are marking today by spending it together as a family for it is the exact same number of days since we became one. There will be celebrations held more for the benefit of us adults than for him once the weekend arrives. The chances of Munch remembering his first birthday celebrations are very, very slim but as parents we will remember this day forever just as we do the day he arrived. (Should you like to read Munch's birth story you'll find it here, if you'd like Sprout's take on events you can read his here.)
Three hundred and sixty-six days of new experiences and changes and this is just the beginning. We have both made our way through the maze of parenting and have survived with one child in possession of all limbs intact - phew, so far so good! There have been no dropping of child incidents, thankfully only one explosive poo episode and so far no vomit. *touches wood and crosses everything possible* We have had many an adult discussion when it comes to our parenting choices and in the main we have been in agreement or have come to sensible compromises for the sake of Munch. Yes, we could both be stubborn but then that only takes away the enjoyment that is our little boy.
This first year as a Mum has been a roller coaster of emotions but the one that has run throughout is the sheer happiness our little bundle brings. In the early days it was the grasping of my finger and the ability to sleep in my arms; today it is the toothy, beaming smile he gives which makes my heart shine with the love I have for our little boy. I am sure if you cut the cells in my body and peeked at them under a microscope you would see an image of Munch in each and every one. He has permeated through all aspects of my life and his presence is undeniable. Munch gives me a new perspective on all things and so changes have been made where necessary. He teaches me everyday what unconditional love is and how, as parents, we do everything because of it.
I'd be lying if I said that it has been full of birds singing and bright flowers as it hasn't at times. The not so happy moments become an increasingly distant memory as my brain uses its space to keep the more precious ones permanent and this happens ever faster as Munch grows and develops into his own person. There are so many memories already but my most precious? The one of Sprout and I with arms around each other at roughly 2.30am looking down at our sleeping son who had arrived a little over 8 hours previous. We had made this beautiful little boy and he really was ours to love and care for .... always. He was real, our family was real, it was no longer just a dream.
