There are still extra pounds around my waist and dark circles under my eyes. I sleep much less and worry much more. My stilettos are shoved in the dark corners of my closet, and flats are front and center. I drive slower, walk more carefully, and watch my reactions. There are guards on my cabinets and barricades between rooms. It's been a year.
There are more smiles and more laughter than there has ever been. There are more hugs and more kisses. There is more learning and playing. I make silly noises and think up crazy dances. The number of Muppets impressions I do has risen from zero to 5. I do pattycake and this little piggy at least once a day. I point at objects and sound them out, and laugh when he mimics me. There is more drool and more spit-up and much more laundry. It's been a year.
It's been a year of exploration and adventure, tears and sadness. It's been a year where I've questioned everything and known nothing. It's been a year of the highest highs and the lowest lows. It's been the greatest year of my life. This is motherhood.