I have a work colleague who has a beautiful 8-month old daughter. Another friend of mine just had a little boy last month. Yet another is heading close to the one-year mark.
These milestones remind me about how much I cherish and value what could only be called the “process” of parenting.
What’s so fun about talking to these new parents is thinking about my own path with Ollie. I remember that first month well (even being horribly sleep-deprived). I reflected on eight months, where he was continuing to do new things just about every day. I loved thinking about his first birthday party and how he had taken his first wobbly steps a month earlier.
I also caught myself saying, “oh yeah, I remember that. Just wait until they get older.” I swore I wouldn’t say that but I did. But, I think the perspective I was coming from was one of empathy and love. It wasn’t a warning but more sharing the celebration of the milestones that our children achieve almost daily.
You could also say it’s a celebration of the milestones we as parents achieve.
Our children grow. We grow right with them.
And those are always fun stories to share.
