G-Log

My baby boy turns 1 today. I can hardly believe it’s been a year. My life has changed so much more than I could have ever imagined, and I am so grateful for every moment (even the frustrating, sleep-deprived ones). Who would have thought I could love this little person with such strength and ferocity? I think that’s really the best way to put it—I love my child ferociously. I would do anything for him and to protect him, no matter what the cost. You can hurt me, but put my child in danger and I will attack. It is my job to take care of him, and I don’t take it lightly. And now that I’m a parent (biologically at least), seeing others who don’t take this responsibility seriously makes me so upset. This probably sounds angry, but it’s not intended to be. I think it’s such a primal thing, and there’s nothing that compares. I get so much joy out of just watching him, whether he’s shaking his little booty or opening and closing cabinet doors or pulling everything out of the TV stand or trying to put his pacifier in daddy’s mouth or sleeping or… It’s awe-inspiring.

To my little one on his birthday:

Leo, I am so blessed to have been given the honor of being your mom. I have cherished watching you grow and learn so many things, and I am excited to watch you continue to grow and learn. You have brought so much more joy to our family. Thank you for your smiles and your laughter—they are the light of my life.

Through the years I will not be perfect. I will make mistakes, and I will tell you “no” from time to time. I will make you upset and angry on occasion. But always remember that your father and I have been given the responsibility of taking care of you, and sometimes that means not letting you have your way. Just know that we will always love you, protect you and guide you, while giving you the freedom to develop and become your own person.

Happy birthday!