Sunday Reflections: February 10, 2019

Three year-old Joshua in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico

Three year-old Joshua in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico

I can’t believe this photo is almost two and a half years old! After I gave birth to Joshua, our first born, we struggled for a while. We were new parents and didn’t know what we were doing. (We’re still wingin’ it, but don’t tell the kids.) Joshua was a really fussy baby, like crying for a minimum 8 hours a day, fussy. He had stomach issues which were a nightmare. I breastfed, he screamed. Tried normal formula, he screamed. Then we tried a super expensive, may I add, disgusting tasting formula and he cried a little less.  Also, he wanted to be independent and that frustrated him. I’m like dude, you are 4 months. You can’t be mad because you can’t walk, lol. I kept asking my Hubs, what have we done? This was not how I expected parenting to be! Finally, right before he turned one year old, he began to walk! He took his first steps in Dubai! He was so happy and proud of himself. He could move around and explore at his own pace. He cried a little bit less. 

I can’t tell you the number of times I heard, “It goes by fast, so enjoy it while it lasts.” And the whole time I’m thinking in my head, WTH? This isn’t fun and there isn’t anything enjoyable about this.
— Traveling Miya

I feel like the time between when he took his first steps and now has been a big blur. Maybe it’s my mom brain or maybe it’s what all of the experienced parents warned me about. I can’t tell you the number of times I heard, “It goes by fast, so enjoy it while it lasts.” And the whole time I’m thinking in my head, WTH? This isn’t fun and there isn’t anything enjoyable about this.

Fast forward to today. Joshua will be turning 6 years old next month! He’s traveled to 10 countries and he even has a favorite place to visit, Manchester. He carries his own suitcase through the airport, and know how to order his own food at restaurants. As I sit here and write this with him cuddled up beside me, I reminisce about those precious times. I miss walking around with him on my hip. I miss the baby gibberish, and slobber kisses. I miss him needing me as much. I sometimes wish I could go back and spend a little more time soaking up those moments.

This if for those parents that are in the thick of it. Although you can’t imagine it now, it really does get better. They grow up too fast. I mean, I blinked my eyes and my baby is going to going to be 6, guys!  The parenting struggle is real, so I’m not going to downplay that. The lack of sleep, not being able to eat your meal while it is still warm, or go to the bathroom without someone pulling at your legs is conflicting, but I encourage you to try to appreciate the struggle. A little shift in your perspective can go a long way. It really doesn’t last forever. Cherish the time while they’re small, and they still need you. If you’re like me, you’ll really miss it when they’d rather play Minecraft than sing baby shark with you. 

Miya and Joshua in Dubai

Miya and Joshua in Dubai