Today is the beginning of a crazy few days ahead. The boys turn four years old on Sunday and both mine and Brad’s parents are flying in from the west coast to celebrate with us. A whirlwind of families, dinners, presents, ice cream cake and otherwise spoiling two wonderful little boys with lots and lots of love.
This is our third time of having the two families together and it means a lot to me. Living so far away from our parents, I love that the boys get to have these special visits so that they know what very special people they have for grandparents.
It’ll be exhausting for me, I always struggle when things go outside the norm, out of schedule and synch but it’ll be the good kind of exhaustion, the kind that leaves me happy and grateful. I’m hoping that my recent beginnings of a meditation practice will also help me to keep perspective and be more flexible.
Of course approaching a child’s birthday leaves a parent full of memories. Thinking back to the day when they were born. The time in the womb of the hospital, the craziness of that first Christmas with brand new infants, those first few months of no sleep and postpartum depression, the joys of the first year with little walkers, sign language, and talking, followed by the exploration of two year olds, and the recent year of the explosion of imagination for three year olds. As much as that first year was hard, every year since has been such a joy. We are blessed with incredibly kind, intelligent, and healthy little boys.