It seems time has gotten away from me and it’s been awhile since my last post. The life of having a one year old is not what I remember when Isaac was this age. Granted I didn’t have a career back then. I didn’t serve on the PTA as a chairperson. I didn’t write a blog. I don’t even remember having this many chores; laundry is never ending, the dish washer is full every day, there are toys that scatter my house, not to mention all this SNOW! I just pretty much sat around playing with my baby.
The best part of having a one year old again, is watching him grow. One of the biggest reasons we chose domestic infant adoption was, although I had a biological child, Joe became a step dad when Isaac was 6 years old. He was not there for the milestones that come with a baby. I wanted him to experience the joys of being called dad and understanding the kind of love you get when you bring a baby home from the hospital and are present for every first.
Ezra just started walking. That was a milestone I was so excited for, yet so sad when it happened! My little baby, likely our last child, was growing up. It’s like the ultimate transitional milestone from being a baby to a toddler/kid. I was so excited when he lifted his head the first time, or smiled the first time, that first laugh, first bite of cereal, first roll, first crawl, first word, first stand… but first WALK!?!
Experiencing milestones gives me so much joy. It’s when I see him the most as MY son. My beaming pride, the look of adoration on my husband’s face, the clapping and cheering that comes from my older son, Isaac; it is all part of parenting and being a family.
When a couple faces infertility or enters the realm of adoption, milestones may be something they fear they will never get to experience. I guarantee no matter if you adopt an infant or through foster care, there will be a lifetime of firsts that bring smiles and tears.