I've gotten a lot of annoying advice about how to be a parent, and I'll be honest: I've ignored 100 percent of the unsolicited advice. I don't read parenting books because they stress me out. Lots of smart (and not so smart) people have figured out how to be a parent. I'll figure it out too.
One thing I was told, however, continues to resonate: it's hardest and most wonderful job you'll ever have. Truer words have never been spoken. The exhaustion, sleep deprivation, and delirium are legitimate. I had no idea I could function so well on so little sleep. The love, though, makes it all worth it. I had no idea I had the capacity to love a little human like this. Even when he's fussy or angry or not sleeping - I have so much more patience than I ever thought I'd have. Sometimes I feel like my heart may explode with love for him.
I would be remiss while reflecting on this day to not express my extraordinary love and gratitude for the woman who gave birth to our son. I love her so much. What a selfless and amazing gesture to trust us to be his parents. I am eternally grateful to her in a way that words cannot adequately describe.
|When he was only a month old. Sleep deprived and still in love.|