The hardest part of my life was by far the first 18 months of being a mother. Now when I look back, I'm amazed I came out of it sane. Lydia is (usually) a delight now, but having her as a baby was a nightmare. I've often felt so completely cheated out of the baby experience.
I was terrified to have another baby. I thank God everyday for sending me my little Collin. He wakes me every morning by humming "This Old Man'. 20 times a day I hear "Wook Mama Wook!" as he shows me his amazing feats like crawling in the bathtub and pulling his own hair.
He'll be 2 in May. Some boys at this age are full little boys. But Collin still seems like a baby to me. Still round and soft and cuddly. He's as sweet as ever.
And I thank God everyday that he is staying my baby just a little longer.
Slow down sweetheart. Stay little, my darling baby boy.
I'm tearing up just writing that. Motherhood is so bittersweet.
Wow. I'm not going to attempt to cut his hair myself again.
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