Baby H isn’t a baby anymore–he’s full on toddler and insists he’s a big boy. In fact, at the end of our prayers a couple nights ago, he made it quite clear:
“No! BIG BOY!”
“Um. Okay, bless big boy.”
He’s very proud of his big boy status and has logged three successful nights in his big boy bed (he did wake up at 3:30 a.m. a little distraught–I gave him a quick hug and tucked him back under the covers with his beloved giraffe and he was out). He’s also going to be a big brother soon! He knows there’s a baby in my belly, but he thinks there’s one in his belly too.
There’s a song by Trace Adkins that has been playing on repeat in my head for the past few days.
You’re gonna miss this
You’re gonna want this back
You’re gonna wish these days
Hadn’t gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know this now
But you’re gonna miss this
I think I’ve mentioned before, but part of parenting is being nostalgic for the present. It’s not lost on me that someday H won’t need me to read to him…play with him…change his diaper…watch Dinosaur Train or Magic School Bus with him…wipe his face and hands after meals…or cuddle him when he all he needs is me in the moment. Eventually, there’ll come a day when he wakes up and won’t call out, “Mommy!” anymore. H is growing up (SO FAST!), but when I consider myself, I don’t understand how I could’ve aged as well. The only thing is, our children become a measuring stick for the passage of time (remember how it used to be school years?) and I know I’m older and wiser.
For the time being, I’ll try (really!) to cherish these moments and tuck the good ones away in my heart forever. And look forward to the day that I’ll be able to catch up on sleep.
On Call / On Faith
Dr. H is deep in the trenches of medical training and we’re not done yet. Way back when, I didn’t realize that after medical school, there was residency. And when my mind had fully grasped that concept, who knew there could be additional chief years and fellowship opportunities? Folks, if you or a significant other wants to pursue medicine, pray.
Pray that it’ll fulfill a passion (if you’re just doing it for the money, talk to someone in academic medicine). Pray that you find a tribe who understands the medical journey. Pray that you’re strong enough to make it out on the other side in one piece, or at least mostly in one piece. Pray for patience when “I’ll be home soon” ends up being an hour or two later than planned. Look up when the load gets heavy and look forward to the day when you can reflect back and say, “Ah, that was all worth it.”