Pe-Ter

Well, the day has finally arrived, bittersweet though it is, when Peter can finally say his own name. You know how you can wish and wish for something, get really excited with the anticipation, and then...........wish you hadn't done all that silly wishing in the first place? Well, that's how I feel. Because while I'm thrilled to meet "Pe-Ter," and I love the darling deliberate way he punches out each syllable of his name, I secretly, wistfully wish he were still Pay-pay, my darling little guy still mushing up lots of words, trying so desperately to be big. Well, turns out, he doesn't have to try so hard now, because he is getting big, can do more and more amazing things each day, and is full of lots to say, most of it pretty clearly. And here's a painful parenting lesson it didn't take me too long to figure out: don't bother wishing for the "hard" times to be better, or the annoying ticks to go away, because like it or not, it's all ever-changing, slowly slipping away, drop by drop. Before you know it, they're big! I'm very thankful that my "baby" still holds my hand, and wants me to hold him, and that my little girl snuggles in my lap, and kisses my cheek softly. But I'm mostly thankful that I "get it," and even when I may be tired, or crabby, or out-of-sorts, I know in my heart-of-hearts I've got the best thing going here, and I wouldn't change a single second of it for anything.