Calvin is one month old as of yesterday. I know I know, tomorrow he will be in high school. It’s all going so fast and yadda yadda. How does it happen!? I’ve been reading through old posts of Oscar at one month old to see if I am forgetting anything that worked with him or repeating old mistakes and something hit me.
I was funny!
Well, I mean I guess I think I was funny, but what really struck me was that I had such a bright, positive attitude. I could laugh in the face of distress! And sitting here thinking about the past 8 months of craziness, I feel like the distress has started to laugh at me.
It’s a slow process I think. This getting bogged down in the mire. And it sneaks up on me like those extra 10lbs I seem to gain every year. And I think it’s a season. In fact, I feel like the seasons are about to change. Being a mother does things to a woman. We are forced to grow up, really put someone else’s needs ahead of our own and take the high road way more often than we feel like it.
Motherhood affects marriage too. There are fewer date nights, fewer late nights and a lot more up-all-nights. Conversations take place while talking over The Wiggles music, during a too short dinner or in the morning with just enough sips of coffee to take that snark out of my voice (usually…maybe).
Yet, this season of parenting young children is fleeting. Oscar is already a full on KID at two and a half. My newborn baby that I just walked in the door with, is now a month old. We are growing up. All of us.
When you grow up, there is a loss of some of that wonder. The thing that makes us optimistic and gives us hope. It’s certainly NOT replaced with hopelessness, but simply a reality that is unique to me and my family. And when some of that mystery goes away, perhaps some of the humor goes with it. Or maybe, I just need to look elsewhere.
Last night as we thanked Jesus for our food, we held hands and bowed our heads as we always do. Except, this time, Oscar immediately started “snoring”. It was all we could do not to burst into laughter right then and there! And so it seems my sense of humor didn’t go anywhere, I just passed it on down.
I have a feeling that watching these boys grow up together is not only going to revive my sense of humor, it will enhance it like never before.
And to that I say, Bring. It. On.