I was having lunch with some friends today; one with a baby and the other couple with no kids. After comparing my recent mouth pain, which is a blog in itself, to the pain of child birth; the conversation steered towards all the pains of child birth, life with a baby and toddler adventures. I remember well all the things I "thought" I knew about babies/kids prior to having one and now I am on the other side of the fence telling my "horror" stories.
It's funny that we always tell the horrors of child birth. Even after having a comparatively less dramatic child birth, I too still tell all the "fun" parts of giving birth. Whether you have a child of your own or not, you have heard all about it. Everything from the labor pains, the fear of pooping on the table, drugs wearing off, babies getting stuck and the ripping. Yes my friend it all happens and somehow we still call it a miracle and precious moment and then some where down the road decide to do it all over again. Pre-parent, it's amazing I even did it after hearing all the stories, but one day you see this precious baby sleeping and think "I want one". Then you have one and you start cataloging you own tales.
Which brings me to my thought. Why is it that we decide it's a good idea to tell the non-parents all the horrible parts? Partly I think it's just a right of passage that's passed down from generations and friends. Once you lived it, you earned the right to scare the bejesus out of everyone you know that has yet to take the plunge! And somehow, people keep having babies. Some two, three and four times! Seems the Amish think ten is a good number, good Lord!
The part that we don't talk about enough is the amazing moments. As a parent, especially the first time I am sure (since I only have one, I can't speak for the second or third child), every little thing is amazing. Maybe we don't talk about it as much because it does seem a little ridiculous to be so excited over a simple smile (who cares if it was just gas, your baby just smiled it's first smile). I remember the moments of PURE PRIDE! I never knew I was capable of such pride as watching my little one smile the first time. She started to recognize us and then she rolled over! Talk about pride, I cried! Literally cried tears of joy! She rolled over! Pure amazement!!! Oh, and then she started to learn to turn herself in circles. Who knew that spinning in very slow circles could be so exciting. It's probably about as exciting as a worm race for others, but when it's your baby it's like the greatest thing you have ever seen! Every step brought a new level of amazement; the sitting up, the crawling and then one day they take that first step! Watching Aida run around like crazy, it's so hard to believe that 8 months ago she took her first step! Talk about a "step for mankind"! Every time I would say "I can't wait for her to walk", people would always say "oh you will regret that"! Well, I never have, not once. I love running around with her. We have nightly running sessions around the island in the kitchen. Hey it's cardio, right? Then the words start flowing! The first few seem amazing enough, but then the sentence come and you just can't believe that somewhere along the way your little baby has turned into a little person.
I can't really say that I miss the baby phase. There are some moments, but for the most part we have never been "baby" people. Now though, I love this! The running, talking, coloring, playing, it's all so fun! Everyday is an adventure, some not very fun (hello terrible two's), but most of the time we laugh our heads off! She can come up with the craziest things. Even now, as I sit her and blog, she came over grabbed my hand and said "mommy, come, milk please"! It just warms my heart! And even though that milk is now being turned upside down on my rug, I still can't help but be amazed that she is mine.
I never knew there could be a love like this?
What moments have amazed you about your kiddo? If you don't have kids, but want them what do you look forward to the most?
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