Sometimes we need to stop and smell the flowers.
And well, that's exactly what I've been doing. A co-worker turned friend told me that kids grow up so fast that if you don't stop and enjoy it, you might miss it. She said she almost missed it with her second and fully got to enjoy it with her third.
Well, that's what I've been doing. And frankly, this has been the best time of my entire life.
At 8 months old, Oliver has grown leaps and bounds. He is inch-worming across the floor, babbling his brains out and this past Sunday he figured out how to get himself into a sitting position. I know it sounds cheesy, but watching a baby grow up is nothing short of a miracle.
I love him so much I miss him when he naps.
Blah, blah, blah you say. Everyone who has a baby feels the same way... Well, I realize this.
When I see other Mama's in the park ooo-ing and ahh-ing over their baby's every move, half of me gets annoyed because Oliver is so obviously the best child in the park, but the other half knows I'm sharing this precious time with a world of women who are all rich in pearls of wisdom.
So, in the name of women, I say keep on raising those kiddies and gushing. And enjoy watching them flowers grow.
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