How awesome is it that not that long ago, Light couldn’t even turn over when she’s lying down and now, she’s not just turning over, she’s sitting and crawling and standing up! Time does fly. She’s now 9 months old, has four teeth and lots of hair. A few more months and she’ll be celebrating her first birthday!
Speaking of birthdays, I just turned the big 3-0, and my friend threw this question at me. I’ve been thinking about it all week. She asked me if I found parenthood rewarding. My initial thought was “how can it be rewarding?” Yes, I’m rewarded with poop and pee everyday, not to mention interrupted sleeps at night! Immediately I thought about all the hard work one does as a parent. All the hard work I’ve done. I think I even said no. I mean how can parenthood be rewarding?!? I looked at it the wrong way.
But to answer her question, yes. I do think parenthood is rewarding. And I’m not saying that just because I feel like its what I’m supposed to say being a parent now. I know parenthood is rewarding because no matter how hard it is, no matter how mechanical it all seems to be for now (with the feeding and changing and keeping the baby alive), at the end of the day, when I see Light smile, when she looks at me with her cute, silly face, when she claps her hands as I’m about to lift her up, it’s like nothing matters in the world. Not this delayed post I’m writing. Not the online sale I can’t close. Not the pile of unfinished stuff that’s supposed to be finished by now. My heart feels like it’s at its lightest, happiest, and the most loved heart in the whole world. And that’s the reward. It’s the greatest feeling to have. For me it’s not what I do as a parent that makes parenthood rewarding, but the things that Light does that makes it rewarding. 🙂