I’ve waited for as long as I remember to be a mom. I played house when I was little. I heard my baby clock ticking at 30 years old when I was single, and as soon as I knew wedding bells were in my future, all I thought about was becoming a mom, at least more than I thought about being a wife (sorry Kyle!).
The hand off from mom to physical therapist that would initially leave an infant I was treating teary eyed, always made my heart sink a bit, but the happy return to mom was so precious to watch. Infants, toddlers, kids in general love their moms like no one else. And every single mom I’ve ever met has always told me that the love for your child is different than anything else. Different is what I didn’t understand, but desperately wanted to. Different is good. Rock Your Different is just one cause that reminds us of this daily. But what is different when it comes to mom to child love? How do you describe it? And how do moms do it? Because different is hard!
Here at the Kraft household, Fridays are a very exciting day for us. It is not only pizza night where we all get to have dinner together and stuff our faces with the most delicious gluten free pizza in town, but it also marks the start of a weekend filled with fun and movement!
Fridays start with an early wake up where my husband and I rush to get ready for work, our son ready for Bouncing Babies, and our updates sent out to grandma who will be spending the day with Bekytt. At the end of the day, Kyle and I hurry home to make sure we are home in time for Bekytt to steal a bite or two of our pizza before we help him drift off to sleep.
It’s one of those milestones that make you proud as a parent. It’s a day you eagerly await. You take pictures and video and then all of a sudden it hits you. Your once snuggly baby is now a toddler. A toddler who can walk and talk, at least a little, who can use sign language (thanks to Baby Signing Time) to communicate his needs, and who can communicate “yes” and “no” rather well.
For me, the most overwhelming feeling that comes to heart today is relief. Almost exactly a year ago I started this blog. To share our journey, to have an escape from the everyday exhaustion of raising an infant, but mainly to connect to other moms, friends, and family who have been through the unpredictable journey of parenthood. For those of you just joining our blog, our first son Bekytt surprised us all when he was born at 29 weeks. With an uncomplicated pregnancy, we expected he would arrive late, but not early. It was a surprise, but just like the story of Welcome to Holland one parent shared, we just had to adjust our plans. We didn’t know how the days, months or years would turn out. We still aren’t sure of all of his future plans, but today we learned he can walk.