Four years ago at this time (2:25pm) I was in the recovery room after a last minute c-section. I was a bit sedated, could barely move my legs, and was quite nauseous. But none of that could compare to how happy I was to hold my new baby girl. Weighing in at an even 9 lbs., she was beautiful. And she was ours.
Over the last four years, we’ve had our ups and downs. Mason was an easy baby in our eyes. She slept through the night at 8 weeks. She easily transferred to formula when I had to stop breast feeding. She rarely spit up. She was chubby and adorable. (So we thought at the time. Do you ever notice how you think your baby is totally cute in the moment, but when you look at pictures a few years later, you think your adorable little baby looks like an alien or a grumpy old man?)
Our ups have definitely outweighed the downs no matter how hard the downs were. We have had more joyful moments as parents to this little girl than I could count. And here she is turning 4 today! I can’t believe it.
I look forward to so many more ups and downs with Mason. (Ok, so I don’t look forward to the downs and truly wish we could just fast forward through them, but what would the ups be without the downs?) She challenges us every day to be better parents and to be better people. She is inquisitive and mindful. She is determined and willful. She is a beautiful person inside and out, and I am honored to be her mom.
My wish for Mason over the next year is to be true to herself. There is a lot of outside influence at this age (heck, a lot of it comes from me!), and I just hope that I can arm her with the tools to stay true to herself. I know that the girl she is inside is someone of which I can be proud.
I love you, Mason. (to the moon and back)