We celebrated our son’s first birthday a few months back (this post is better late than never). After all the food was devoured (huge thank you to my mom and aunts who descended on my house and helped with the cooking and decorating), the guests were gone, and the house was quiet; I had some time to think. And by think, I mean pat myself on the back for getting through the first year of motherhood.
My husband and I are responsible people. We pay our bills on time, take care of our cats and always remember to feed ourselves. Throwing a baby into the mix was like adding a plate on top of your head when your hands are full and you’re balanced on a tightrope. In other words, motherhood is scary AF, but so far, so good.
The first year (16 months at this point) has been filled with laughter and tears (in equal parts from the baby and me) and discovery for us as parents and our son as he explores the world. As he continues to grow and learn and run around like a madman (particularly at bedtime), I will continue patting myself on the back to keep him alive.
Yes, I know that’s the baseline for parenting, but boy, do they make it hard!
The Saucy Mama 