Do you ever look at your child and think, “Is this for real?” I do, and pretty regularly.
That kind of thinking goes back to the day he was born…
“Wait. You mean to tell me that this little person is what’s been messing with my body for the better part of a year? THIS GUY?”
I love Miles SO much, and there’s no doubt in my mind that he’s my son…but it just seems so surreal! Just a couple years ago, I was taking impromptu trips to Vegas and deciding to go out to dinner at 9 pm on a Tuesday night. And now, at his 7 pm bedtime, I look down at this (super-adorable) baby and wonder, “This is really my life now?”
It’s so fascinating to me how life can get flipped on its head so fast. I wouldn’t trade Miles for anything in the world, but there are definitely still things I miss about “my old life.” I’m hoping two things will happen as Miles starts getting a little older:
(1) I’ll continue learning that this life is much more fulfilling than life without Miles. I’m shaping a person! If that’s not important, I don’t know what is.
(2) We’ll be able to go back to some of those pre-baby activities…plus one. I think as a kid born and raised in New York City, Miles will quickly learn to appreciate all this city has to offer, and look forward to the spontaneity that allows us.
Here’s hoping! For now, I’ll just sit and stare in awe.