It’s hard to believe it’s been a year since Fin arrived.
In these roughly 365 days, we’ve watched our tiny bundle of warm skin and big eyes grow into a curious walking toddler who bobbles his head to music, points when he wants to know the name of an object, and offers us limitless joy through his antics and naughty smiles.
I always knew that I wanted to have a little person to care for and I am blessed to have found a partner in Carl who wanted the same thing. No matter how much anyone tells you about how great it is to be a parent, I don’t think it’s possible to fully grasp what that means until it’s experienced firsthand.
Granted, at least for me, it wasn’t an instant surge of joy and maternal instincts. I didn’t wake up one morning, have a baby, and know exactly what to do — and even though I’ve definitely found my groove, there are days when I’m still not sure if I’ve got it down. But you know what? I’ve learned to accept that it’s perfectly fine. Parenthood is a journey with its hits and misses, it’s a road that should be filled with support and trust in your inner voice. Mistakes will most definitely be made along the way and you’ve just got to accept that it’s part of the story.