Tuesday, May 21, 2013
My Hank turned one year old on May 12th. That is one entire year that I have survived being a mother. One entire year of poopie diapers, holding him in the middle of the night when he cries, bath time, play time, hugging time and silly time. One entire year of learning what it means to give up my wants and desires to care for another person.
I figured that meant it was time for a party. My mom said, "don't make such a fuss, he'll never remember it". I felt like it didn't matter, I will always remember it. And maybe, just maybe, I needed it.
It all went off without a hitch as they say. It was sunny and 87 degrees out that day. Hank played with all of his cousins and friends, we sang happy birthday and received so many amazing presents. I'd say he is a very blessed little boy, or is it the other way around? I might say that it is him who blesses our lives every day, with his smiles and his hugs. His laughter and his cries. His silly faces and his "look out I'm coming through" mentality. Thank you God for Hank, who teaches me every day that the most important things in life are the people who love us.