I can’t believe it’s been one year (and a couple of weeks but hey, Mr. O. was 2 weeks overdue so it’s only fitting that this final update be as well) since my baby was born. Oh how life has changed in that time. My easy-going, always smiling, never sleeping little boy is now a fiery, determined, mover and shaker with the best (or maybe it’s the worst) case of hockey hair I’ve ever seen (party in the back people…it’s all a party in the back).
This past year has been nothing short of amazing. I have experienced motherhood to its fullest which is something I missed out on with Fit Boy because I was so deep in post-partum depression, I lost out on months of really taking in this thing called motherhood. I’ve also discovered my inner strength in dealing with life on no sleep, no coffee (gasp!) and no patience. Life with two boys is not easy but watching them interact, be best friends one minute and the source of each other’s toddler angst the next has been awesome to watch.
I’ve learned even more about myself as an individual this past year too. I’ve learned that I’m only as strong as my determination to succeed. I’ve learned that I have limits in what I can handle and that those limits can and are tested almost daily. And I’ve learned that it doesn’t matter if I’m not the best mom, the fittest mom or the fastest mom. My kids still smile when they see me, still hug me when I force them too and still cry for me when I leave for work.
In short, my worth to them is not measured by my accomplishments any more than it is by my lack-luster drawing skills or inability to remember the names of all their cars (or any of them for that matter). They love me in spite of my cooking mishaps, my “forgetting” to record their favorite show and my inability to control myself when presented with a bag of Brown Rice Sweet Chili Chips (#FAIL).
I’ve worked hard in this last year to regain my sense of self; something that we mother’s often lose because we’re taught that our identity is solely as it relates to our kids. I have definitely found myself again. I’ve also found my waistline too.
As I bring this year-long series to a close, let me just say thank you to everyone that stuck it out with me, encouraged me, commented, emailed and helped me through the tough days. Who knows…maybe we’ll get to do this again someday
Happy Birthday Mr. O!!