As I finished writing about time slipping through our fingers, I started to close the journal entry. I told her how great the last year has been and then stopped myself before writing what I have seen written so many times before (and we even wrote on the slideshow!): "I can't wait to see what the next year brings." Yes, I am looking forward to getting to know my daughter as a toddler, but that doesn't mean I'm ready to be done with her babyhood. If I feel like she's growing up "too fast," then I need to stop focusing on what's next and enjoy what is RIGHT NOW!
For E's birthday party we chose a luau theme. In Hawai'i it is customary to throw luau for a child's first birthday, as much for the parent's survival and the kids! I have a co-worker from Hawai'i who said it is the biggest birthday party you every have, and you don't even remember it. We thought this was a great idea, but decided not to embrace the HUGE party idea, it would just be too much work and too overwhelming for a one year old. We stuck to just family and that was quite enough excitement!
|Sharing her cupcake!|
|A and her mom|
|What luau is complete without a grass skirt!?|
|E with her Poppa|
|Sitting on her new reading chair playing with her favorite toy- the bow!|
I have spent a lot of time over the last few days remembering what we were doing exactly a year ago. It was interesting to be able to put actual times to things. As time has gone by, my body has forgotten just how miserable I was the last few weeks of being pregnant. It has forgotten how hard labor was. I find myself thinking about our next child in terms of ME being pregnant, even though that's not the plan. For some reason, this weekend I had a much easier time remembering what it felt like and why I was glad it is A's turn next.
It's interesting switching gears to being the non-gestational parent, even in this early planning stage. There's a certain invisibility that I'm simultaneously sad and excited about. On one hand, there was a certain level of camaraderie with other pregnant women, and it made small talk a little easier. But there was a point where I got tired of correcting people when they asked about my husband. And awkward moments that followed. Although with further thought, people will probably be more likely to ask questions when they find out I'm on maternity leave but wasn't pregnant. I guess you never really finish coming out; it's not a singular event.