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AND, in the spirit of trying to make this lj more positive. I saw some meme where people listed their 10 favorite things about their S.O.
I'm going to do this, except for Lennon.
1. I love the way he takes my head in his hands and quickly and forcefully turns it to one side so he can examine my earrings.
2. I love the way he softly says "hi" when he greets someone.
3. I love the way he gets SO EXCITED and runs to the door when he hears that we're going bye-bye.
4. I love how his eyes scrunch up and he looks like a happy fat little Buddha when he's tickled.
5. I love how he rests his head on my shoulder for a split second after I pick him up from his crib, kind of like a hug.
6. I love how he giggles when I put his blanket on him when he's going to sleep.
7. I love how he gets all goofy and makes funny noises when he's getting sleepy.
8. I love how he eats his vegetables first before anything else on his plate.
9. I love it when he runs up to me and immediately wants to be held (even if only for a second) when I come home from work.
10. I love when he crawls into my lap on his own, just to sit with me, if only for a split second.
Aaaaand now I'm crying.
One of my long-time lj friends posted an entry yesterday that made me think. Even if it wasn't about me directly, I KNOW how my lj comes across. Everything I write about makes me seem like a monster who regrets her child. Which is not true at all. I only write in here when I'm upset, so it comes across that that's the way my whole life is. No, I still haven't adjusted to motherhood (but I'm getting there). No, my marriage is not great right now. No, my relationship with my parents is not a good or healthy one. But I still love my life, because he's in it. I love him more than anything. I don't regret a thing. Yes, I wonder how things might have been. But none of it matters because it doesn't get any better than just being the mother of this AMAZING, smart, beautiful, loving boy.
I'm going to do this, except for Lennon.
1. I love the way he takes my head in his hands and quickly and forcefully turns it to one side so he can examine my earrings.
2. I love the way he softly says "hi" when he greets someone.
3. I love the way he gets SO EXCITED and runs to the door when he hears that we're going bye-bye.
4. I love how his eyes scrunch up and he looks like a happy fat little Buddha when he's tickled.
5. I love how he rests his head on my shoulder for a split second after I pick him up from his crib, kind of like a hug.
6. I love how he giggles when I put his blanket on him when he's going to sleep.
7. I love how he gets all goofy and makes funny noises when he's getting sleepy.
8. I love how he eats his vegetables first before anything else on his plate.
9. I love it when he runs up to me and immediately wants to be held (even if only for a second) when I come home from work.
10. I love when he crawls into my lap on his own, just to sit with me, if only for a split second.
Aaaaand now I'm crying.
One of my long-time lj friends posted an entry yesterday that made me think. Even if it wasn't about me directly, I KNOW how my lj comes across. Everything I write about makes me seem like a monster who regrets her child. Which is not true at all. I only write in here when I'm upset, so it comes across that that's the way my whole life is. No, I still haven't adjusted to motherhood (but I'm getting there). No, my marriage is not great right now. No, my relationship with my parents is not a good or healthy one. But I still love my life, because he's in it. I love him more than anything. I don't regret a thing. Yes, I wonder how things might have been. But none of it matters because it doesn't get any better than just being the mother of this AMAZING, smart, beautiful, loving boy.