Photo Friday "Baby".
Babies were never my favorite thing. I had never held a baby until I held my own 8 years ago. I remember taking him home from the hospital and not being able to manuever around the house with him in my arms. I felt so helpless and confused. He felt so heavy to me. How could I have possibly carried him around in my womb, when I could barely contain the little legs and arms flailing about, attached to a 7 pound human being who was dependant on me for his every need?
The thing that no one ever explained to me was that as soon as you get the hang of whatever stage your baby is at- whoosh- that stage is gone, a distant memory that is rapidly replaced with an even more complex and perplexing moment.
Newly born, 7 pounds and 21 inches evolved into 8 years, 60 pounds and 58 inches. Somedays I'm not sure where the time went, but I am always sure of the feeling I had holding him close to my chest, wondering who he would grow into in the years to come.