As our son rapidly approaches 9 months old the ability of time to fly is becoming very apparent to me. It seems like one of the first things people say to you when you have a baby is; “It goes by so fast.” I never really knew how fast time could pass; having a baby has defined this for me.
It seems like every day something new and exciting happens whether it’s singing along to music in the car, putting his basketball in his new basketball hoop, cutting teeth, changing nap schedules, enjoying different foods…the list goes on. Friends tell me that focusing on all of the new fun things that change so rapidly is a good way to divert from the slight sadness that creeps in with these changes and their inevitable stamp on the fact that he won’t be a baby forever. I love his current stage, is there anyone who’s found a way to bottle it up and keep it forever?
I haven’t allowed myself to think too much about the fact that our son’s 1st birthday is in the not so distant future. Not because I’m so fixated on him being a baby forever but because I’m enjoying this time that I have with him so much. I cherish the fact that this one on one time I have with my one and only baby will only last so long. It’s not an experience I’ll have with our other children. I know my time with the future children we add to our family will be precious but I also know that it won’t be as uninterrupted as this time I have with our little guy now.
My sense of nastalgia stems from my thoughts back to the first few weeks of having a newborn…you know those weeks that you remember so well but you so easily forget? The weeks that fly by with no sleep, up multiple times a night to feed, chronic diaper changes, and figuring out how to take care of this little human that God has entrusted to you?? The weeks where you think back and chuckle thinking “How was possible to survive on such little sleep and love waking up to provide whatever was needed to a scrunched up little newborn?”
For me those weeks are ones I sometimes wish I could get back; at the time they seamlessly flew by. Now looking back I think: “If I only would’ve known how quickly that stage passes; if I’d known I would’ve worked harder to remember every last teeny tiny detail of it all.” I have learned (from those first few weeks) how to appreciate and remember each phase and all of the time we have with our little guy.
How about you? What are some of the things you’ve learned with each phase? Do things ever slow down? How have you handled your children growing up?