In just a little over a week my son will be one year old. That's so incredible to me I really can't describe it. There are some days where it feels like I just found out I was pregnant and others where it feels like more time has gone by and he should be five by now! Time is a funny thing and the perception of it can speed up and slow down.
Motherhood has already taught me SO many things that it would take many more posts to go through them all. I also know that there are an infinite number of things I've yet to learn that only time can teach me. But if there's one thing that has really struck me it's how different the two types of 'knowing' can be. There's knowing something because you've read about it, heard about it, you understand it. You know it. And then there's knowing something because you've experienced it. Oftentimes there really isn't much of a difference at all that we don't even think about it. But sometimes there is a gulf between them.
I knew pregnancy and labor wasn't going to be easy. I didn't KNOW just how difficult and painful it would be.
I knew I would love my son. I didn't KNOW how life-altering this love would be.
I knew that motherhood would consume my life. I didn't KNOW that I would never have another day where I didn't think about him.
I knew I would be sleep deprived but I definitely didn't KNOW that it would be possible to function on so little sleep for so long.
I knew that I was going to breastfeed. I didn't KNOW just how special and amazing that bond would be and how much my knowledge and understanding and my very self would grow with this journey.
I knew that being a mom would change me. I didn't KNOW how much my way of thinking would change.
I could go on but I'm sure this all seems very mundane. To me it is amazing. My son is amazing. Every time I look at him I get this surreal feeling of wonderment, that he is mine. That I grew him in my body. That I have a son. I hope that feeling never fades and that I never look at him and think it's mundane.
Motherhood has already taught me SO many things that it would take many more posts to go through them all. I also know that there are an infinite number of things I've yet to learn that only time can teach me. But if there's one thing that has really struck me it's how different the two types of 'knowing' can be. There's knowing something because you've read about it, heard about it, you understand it. You know it. And then there's knowing something because you've experienced it. Oftentimes there really isn't much of a difference at all that we don't even think about it. But sometimes there is a gulf between them.
I knew pregnancy and labor wasn't going to be easy. I didn't KNOW just how difficult and painful it would be.
I knew I would love my son. I didn't KNOW how life-altering this love would be.
I knew that motherhood would consume my life. I didn't KNOW that I would never have another day where I didn't think about him.
I knew I would be sleep deprived but I definitely didn't KNOW that it would be possible to function on so little sleep for so long.
I knew that I was going to breastfeed. I didn't KNOW just how special and amazing that bond would be and how much my knowledge and understanding and my very self would grow with this journey.
I knew that being a mom would change me. I didn't KNOW how much my way of thinking would change.
I could go on but I'm sure this all seems very mundane. To me it is amazing. My son is amazing. Every time I look at him I get this surreal feeling of wonderment, that he is mine. That I grew him in my body. That I have a son. I hope that feeling never fades and that I never look at him and think it's mundane.