Reflective

We’re a month away from Mathew’s first birthday.

Wow.

Hard to believe that this time last year I hadn’t even met him. I had no idea what he would look like, or sound like, or smell like, and I was questioning whether we would even like each other, and if I would take to life as a parent. How ridiculous. It’s hard to describe to people who haven’t been through it, but the second that baby gets placed in your arms you become besotted for life. It’s remarkable.

Parenting, I believe, is the only thing we’re really put on this planet to do. All that guff about success and money and academic achievement is just window dressing on top of creating a family, or distractions for people who haven’t been lucky enough to conceive yet. There’s only one driving force that affects every single creature on this Earth and that’s the urge to produce offspring. When you do it, not only do you achieve what nature has designated as your only life goal, but you’re instantly connection to the trillions of other beings on this world who have ticked the same box and passed on their genes. You’re an important part of everything.

And this time last year I didn’t realise any of that.

It’s been the most amazing, scary, life-changing, emotional, enjoyable time of my existence, and it’s only been 11 months!

I’m not crying, by the way, my eyes have just decided that my cheeks need a bit of a wash.

RC 20-11-19