And just as they say, the first year of life for yet another one of my babies has flown by.
Every child is different and every experience is different. Sometimes really young kids get tonsillectomies, and sometimes they do just fine.
Despite my determination to heal my two year old naturally, without more antibiotics and steroids and surgeries, his tonsils continued to grow.
Every year for as long as I can remember, we put up our Christmas tree the weekend of Thanksgiving and took it down the day after Christmas.
These rainy days that keep me locked up with my little ones, they remind me that I’m right where I need to be, living a bit more slowly, if only for a day or two.
Though this little hike seems so small in the grand scheme of things, the fresh air and immersion in nature helped to smooth over my rough edges just a little more.
I’m still no expert at mothering, but I can tell you one thing: I’m raising my boys to be Southern gentlemen.
So I am learning, slowly but surely, to look for Him not only at the summit of life, but at the base.
A lot changes after that first baby, and for better or worse, you become unphased by things that were at one time unsettling.