One week from today, my beautiful baby boy will be six months old.
Six months old?! Already?! 
A tiny, skinny, wrinkly, absolutely perfect little creature that I created, carried, and brought into this world.
The day he was born, my mother-in-law visited me in the hospital and told me I would blink and we'd be celebrating his first birthday. I couldn't imagine that time would fly that fast, and yet we're thisclose to the half-year milestone, which means that next Monday my tiny little 6 pound baby will be closer to being a big one year boy old than he will be to being my tiny, little, firstborn, brand new baby.
See?! TINY!
Gd willing, this boy will someday have siblings, which means he'll be the only of our children to ever be an only child. If we are blessed with more of these precious bundles, they will have an older (or maybe even a few older) sibling running around. A sibling who will make messes, make noise, and most of all will demand my attention. The luxuries of being the firstborn can only be experienced by one...not only is everything new (not the "stuff," as that isn't nearly as important,though, for many first-time parents today, the "stuff" is all new too)...but Mommy and Daddy (and grandmas and grandpas) can give their attention to baby with very few distractions. Their world suddenly revolves around this one, tiny, brand new baby.
The truth is, of course, that six months old is not old - not by any stretch of the imagination. Six months old is still a baby. Six months old is still completely 100% dependent on Mommy for survival. My son hasn't even eaten solid food yet! But six months is a pretty big milestone.
Yoga teaches us to live in the moment. It's not always easy, and of course it doesn't mean that we will never think of the future or of the past, but it does help us to be present and truly experience our experiences. I know I have more time with his babyhood, but it is going fast. I glow with adoration, pride, and excitement each time he learns something new or discovers he can do something that he didn't realize he could do by himself. I love every second, even when I'm silently wishing he would sleep just a little longer so that I could be more rested. I am incredibly blessed to have the choice to stay home with my son, which means that chances are very high that I will be the one who is around when my son experiences his firsts. Knowing that so many will be coming very soon and very fast, this week I will take a little extra time to enjoy the sweet, milky baby breath that has already started to fade (despite the fact that he hasn't eaten solid food yet), I will give extra kisses to the velvety soft folds of baby rolls that have yet to be bruised or scratched or banged by this small someone learning to move on his own, and I will revel in the fact that this beautiful growing boy is my creation, a huge miracle that I was blessed by Gd to be a part of.
And I know that this boy, no matter what size or age, will always bring me joy, as long as I remember to be grateful for each moment in time.
But only yesterday he looked like this...
A tiny, skinny, wrinkly, absolutely perfect little creature that I created, carried, and brought into this world.The day he was born, my mother-in-law visited me in the hospital and told me I would blink and we'd be celebrating his first birthday. I couldn't imagine that time would fly that fast, and yet we're thisclose to the half-year milestone, which means that next Monday my tiny little 6 pound baby will be closer to being a big one year boy old than he will be to being my tiny, little, firstborn, brand new baby.
See?! TINY!Gd willing, this boy will someday have siblings, which means he'll be the only of our children to ever be an only child. If we are blessed with more of these precious bundles, they will have an older (or maybe even a few older) sibling running around. A sibling who will make messes, make noise, and most of all will demand my attention. The luxuries of being the firstborn can only be experienced by one...not only is everything new (not the "stuff," as that isn't nearly as important,though, for many first-time parents today, the "stuff" is all new too)...but Mommy and Daddy (and grandmas and grandpas) can give their attention to baby with very few distractions. Their world suddenly revolves around this one, tiny, brand new baby.
The truth is, of course, that six months old is not old - not by any stretch of the imagination. Six months old is still a baby. Six months old is still completely 100% dependent on Mommy for survival. My son hasn't even eaten solid food yet! But six months is a pretty big milestone.
Yoga teaches us to live in the moment. It's not always easy, and of course it doesn't mean that we will never think of the future or of the past, but it does help us to be present and truly experience our experiences. I know I have more time with his babyhood, but it is going fast. I glow with adoration, pride, and excitement each time he learns something new or discovers he can do something that he didn't realize he could do by himself. I love every second, even when I'm silently wishing he would sleep just a little longer so that I could be more rested. I am incredibly blessed to have the choice to stay home with my son, which means that chances are very high that I will be the one who is around when my son experiences his firsts. Knowing that so many will be coming very soon and very fast, this week I will take a little extra time to enjoy the sweet, milky baby breath that has already started to fade (despite the fact that he hasn't eaten solid food yet), I will give extra kisses to the velvety soft folds of baby rolls that have yet to be bruised or scratched or banged by this small someone learning to move on his own, and I will revel in the fact that this beautiful growing boy is my creation, a huge miracle that I was blessed by Gd to be a part of.
And I know that this boy, no matter what size or age, will always bring me joy, as long as I remember to be grateful for each moment in time. 