My baby boy is growing before my eyes.
Yesterday, at only 5.5 weeks old, he weighed in at 12 pounds, 4 ounces and 22.25 inches long! Already he is nearly 5 pounds larger than he was at birth… and how has it been almost a month and a half already?
It’s so easy to forget in the moments of frustration that these moments are truly fleeting.
It’s so easy to forget in my exhausted state that he won’t always be so small, that he won’t always need me so much.
I have to remind myself and my husband on a daily basis that he will only be little once… and he’s a tiny bit LESS little with each day that passes.
There are a lot of things I need to work hard to keep in mind during these special moments that are slipping by every second. I can be a bit obsessive about things, and with a baby… you really need to learn to let it go, at least for today.
The dishes will still be dirty tonight.
The laundry will still be piled up tomorrow.
And while the baby seats, and swings, and diapers are covering my once lovingly decorated living room, one day these things will be gone and my baby will be grown.
For today, these things don’t matter.
When my baby constantly wants to be held… I’ll hold him.
When he wants to be rocked and nothing else will stop the tears… I’ll rock him.
I’ll cuddle him and cover him in kisses as much as I can because he will only be little once.
One day I will wake up and my boy will be a teenager, and then a grown man, and soon enough he won’t want to be held at all, let alone all the time. Soon enough, my rocking will no longer soothe him, and my kisses will be the ultimate embarrassment. He will be too big to cuddle and he won’t fall asleep in my arms.
For today, while he still lets me and wants me to, I need to let go of the things that don’t matter, and cherish the things that DO matter. The dishes can wait. The laundry can too. I have a baby to hold and rock and kiss. And now, I’ve got to go; there’s a baby who needs me.
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