Little Z turned one earlier this week and I am still in disbelief that a whole year has gone by. A year since he surprised (and blessed) us by showing up almost two weeks before his due date and a few days before the planned C-Section.
And what a year it's been! Definitely lined with challenges: A move after only 11 months in our previous location, a baby that came just as we were between our two month hotel stay and moving into our new home, hubby falling sick unexpectedly with a relatively uncommon condition when little Z was just six weeks old and our public school experience which to put simply was disastrous.
But if I were to summarize this past year with a memory I know will stay etched in my mind forever, then it would be at the Atlanta airport on our way back from Alabama visiting family.
T was pushing little Z around in our travel stroller while his dad and I took care of check in. Apparently, T was using the line dividers and markings on the floor to outline his 'race track' as he took little Z around all the while commentating on the 'race.'
He took a turn at a relatively high speed and I saw the stroller almost tip to the side. As I gasped and started towards them, I noticed little Z's face. The look of sheer delight he had just melted my heart.
All of a sudden I was no longer stressed about him falling. Instead I had the utmost gratitude for my beautiful children and their beautiful minds and creative thoughts. I can honestly say I didn't care what anyone at that airport thought about what they were doing or what kind of a mom I was to let them do it.
I was truly happy because to me, moments like these are what life, and especially life with kids, is all about.
And my own smile at this realization must have been contagious because people around seemed more amused than anything else. (That and people in Alabama and Georgia have beautiful hearts).
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