We are in beautiful spring. The world is blooming and new. My son is growing. I am growing. I look back at a year ago and simply cannot believe that I was just becoming pregnant this time last year. How has a whole year gone by? Weren’t we just finding out? Sharing the news? Wasn’t he just born? Even though he’s here, I cannot believe that he’s here, with the year of pregnancy passed, with every day further into his first year. I am already nostalgic for the recent joys of pregnancy and his arrival. And I just keep wondering how it’s been a year, April 2 when I had the positive test, and everything changed.
I am three and a half months into becoming a mother and finding my rhythm each day. These days revolve around my baby and his schedule, but I seek time for myself as well. I am still me, and yet, I am changed. Much like this past fall and winter in which the old was shed, and now this spring, I bloom. I am me. And I am a mother.
We went to Cheekwood in Bloom as we always have, but with him. I see the new buds and think about my new bud a year ago, now here. A miracle. Inexplicable joy.
I watched one of my best friends get married this past first spring weekend. I danced with these friends like we always have. It’s the same, and it isn’t. If you’re a new mother, you know this feeling.
It has been a happy and tiring blur. I am immensely blessed and grateful, as I soak in this new chapter of life and continue to grow and change alongside my baby in this spring and this life with all its joy, messiness, and beauty.
P.S. More motherhood, more spring.
