Tomorrow is my first mothers day.
Sometimes I can't believe I am a mother..other times...I don't want to believe it:) But mostly, I love it. Actually, I was talking to my Polish man about it. He asked me (after a particularly hard day with a fussy 7 month old), "Do you like being a mom?" Even in this moment, I was tired, I had a combination of drool, spit up, and pee on me, the answer was "yes". It was an easy answer.
Jakub is this extension of me, a part of me. My heart is so full with love for him, sometimes I feel like it's going to burst. (Mind you, in the moments he wakes up at 2:30am, I am pretty sure I want to jump out a window) Sometimes it's hard for me to believe two imperfect people created this PERFECT little being.
He is turning into this interesting person. He LOVES his Daddy. I think they are going to be great friends when he grows up. The Polish Man walks in the room, and Kuba's face lights up. Only for his Daddy. Sometimes I am taken by how beautiful those moments are, I feel like I am going to burst into tears. His daddy makes him laugh harder than I can, and by doing to the weirdest things I, as a mom, wouldn't even think of. It's a Daddy thing...
He is starting to crawl, and get more mobile. This is a curse and a blessing. A curse because sometimes he wakes himself up at night trying to crawl, and he doesn't even know what he's doing. A blessing because now things are not out of reach, grabbing that toy just past his arm is less frustrating for him.
He is changing and growing each day, and sometimes it's happening too fast for his mommy. But I'll tell ya, it's been so much fun to watch!
