Baby Taco: 4 months, 3 weeks
When I was little I watched this movie called Parenthood. It has Steve Martin and other good actors, (hello, young Keanu Reeves). It’s about a family just living life. Toward the end, the grandma of the movie talks about her favorite ride:
Everyday last week I was on a downward spiral with things finally coming to a head yesterday. I don’t want to get to much into it because some of it is family stuff but I had been in a bad place.
I often forget that my family, my friends are still leading their own lives. My house is baby central. People run away so they can come over and see him. Taco is a happy baby. He’s smart. He’s funny and makes everyone smile. When people see him, they can’t be sad. People come over now to see him and that’s ok. I like that my house has become a safe place for people.
While it is a safe place for many, Taco is the one person who can make me feel all the emotions all at once. Seeing him in the morning is obviously the best but as the day goes on, I get tired, frustrated, sad. I’m still happy to be on the roller coaster but it does not make it any less scary to be on it. He’s forever changing and growing. It’s scary to know that he’s not always going to want me around. That one day he won’t have that sweet baby smell but that awful prepubescent stink.
We are on the roller coaster from the day we are born. We can’t get off. Things are going to be really good and then plummet to the lowest of lows. I am still trying to enjoy the ride. Sometimes it’s not great but so far, it has been worth it.