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One Year

Posted by camilla on September 14, 2011 in Uncategorized with 2 Comments

Dear Sam,

Today you are one year old. That means that exactly one year ago, I was holding you for the first time, watching you sleep for the first time, nursing you for the first time, and kissing your sweet baby hair on the top of your sweet head for the very first time. Your daddy held you for the first time, and stayed up with you for the very first time. And we changed your tiny diaper together, for the very first time. You were very big, and very healthy, and absolutely perfect in every way. I never had to worry about you being too small, or too frail, or having any condition that caused us worry. Just about every day, I thank my lucky stars that you are here, and you are real, and you are healthy and beautiful.

Ever since I had you, I think a lot about all of the women and men out there in the world who have lost children — before birth or after. I know that it’s a little bit morbid to think this way, but I can’t help it. I think about how dark my world would be without you, now that you have entered it, and I wonder how so many parents who have lost so much can survive. I suppose it is the nature of the human spirit to push forward, but still, I say a prayer for all the children lost, and I try to remember how special and miraculous you are in every moment that I spend with you.

This has been a special year for me and your father. I can say for myself that I now feel like a woman instead of a girl now — marriage, home ownership and a really amazing full time job were important steps along the way — but you make me feel grown. I don’t know how to explain that in concrete terms. After all, I don’t do a lot of adult things — like clean my house or get regular car washes. I certainly struggle with organization day to day, and I sometimes pay bills too late. Those are things my parents never struggled with, and therefore, they are the things that I associate with adulthood. I also still want to play and travel, and watch ridiculous television — my maturity level in those ways has not changed. I guess it is that you make me feel like there is something greater in my life than just me. There is a person that needs me for food and clothing and warmth and love. There is a person who will need me for homework and music lessons and going to the playground. Because of that, I feel more important and meaningful in this world than I ever did before I met you.

People find meaning in life in many different places. For some it is their job. For others, it is their passion for music or art (or accounting? perhaps?). For me, it is you. You inspire me to be more patient with myself, to love myself more, and to be positive even when it feels that I cannot or I should not be. I want to be a role model for you, as you grow up and find out who you want to be.

Today was a sad day in some ways. I cried several times sitting at my desk at work, thinking about how you’re such a little man now. Where did my baby go? He’s walking now, and picking up the remote and talking into it like a phone. Here’s the secret I have to remember; you’ll always be my baby. Sam, even when you’re ten years old and it’s really not cool to have such a sappy mom, you’ll be my fat little baby. You’ll be my baby all the days of your life, my beautiful little baby.



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  1. Sarah PickingSeptember 15, 2011 - 8:19 pm #1

    Ah, I got misty eyed reading this. How wonderful that you’ve let your son change your life in such a beautiful way, and how awesome to think of all the ways you’ll positively impact his! I always love reading your posts, because since it seems like you’re inside my head, my head seems less crazy. I can completely related to your thoughts on life without your baby, and parents that have to endure that. It is ALWAYS in the back of my mind. Lately I have no patience for my husband’s worry over what I consider small things. My life isn’t perfect, but I look at my little lady (who just hit the 6month mark) and feel inside how I want to give her everything, and for things to be as close to perfect for her as they can be–and I realize I CAN! That is the most amazing feeling in the world. I can give her a safe warm home. I can give her my love and attention. I look around the world, and I see moms dealing with starvation, disease, violence-bombs. I even think of the moms with their babes on the trains to concentration camps years ago and I feel overwhelmingly blessed. I can think of no torture greater than having the ability to give my lady what I think she deserves being stripped away from me. How can you be upset that the dog chewed up a comb, when you compare it to that? Great perspective Camille! Congratulations to you and your husband for a wonderful year of learning, getting through challenges and personal growth!!!

  2. camillaNovember 13, 2011 - 8:34 pm #2

    Thanks! :)

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