No sparkly dress, no sling back pumps, no hot red
lips, no midnight kiss, no cab ride home. Glass of champagne? Sure, right after
I finish drinking my mother’s milk tea.
My first New Year’s Eve as a new mom was different,
and is one I will never forget. My son was 6 days old, my husband was working,
and I was alone with my new born babe, a bowl of mac and cheese, and a glass of
champagne that I was afraid to drink because I was a first time nursing
mom.
I can remember the feel of my sons tiny body in my
arms, the sense of awe and wonder I felt nursing him, and the warmth and
security I felt in that tiny apartment with my baby in my arms and the glowing
Christmas tree beside me. I remember not having a care in the world except for
loving on my sweet new baby. I can remember the sense of overwhelming joy that
I felt knowing that God had blessed me with the hard yet wonderful job of
raising and loving one of His children.
That special night will most likely never happen
again. Even with a second, third, or fourth baby, the likely hood that I would
have an evening in my living room, uninterrupted, with just my baby is not
probable.
For all of the first time moms who are trying to
figure out just what happened to their old life and how much they need to do
prepare for the New Year, I want to remind you of this.
There will come a time when you will not be able to
hold your baby all night long. There will come a time when your toddler goes to
bed at 7 and you don’t dare make a peep for fear he won’t go back to sleep. There
will come a time when you will pay the babysitter, squeeze into that sparkly
dress and have a night out on the town with your hubby.
There will come a time when you drive your teenage
kids to their first new year’s party, and are asked to stop a few houses back
for fear of being seen. Then one day, a long time from now, there will be that
day when your son or daughter texts you from their house on the other side of
the country to say happy New Year.
So, new mom, I want you to know, that I would do
anything to go back to that special night when I held my new born all night
long. If I could go back to that night, my resolution would be oh so simple. It
would not be to fit into my pre pregnancy jeans again or to pump more after
every feeding. It would not be to read more parenting books on sleep training or
when to introduce a bottle. No, my one and only New Year’s resolution would be
to hold that baby more. To savor every moment of being able to sit in one place
for hours and hours holding, loving and staring into those beautiful eyes.
My mother always told me you can never spoil a baby and now I know that is absolutely true.
So if you’re looking for a new year’s resolution I’ve got just the one for
you: hold and rock that new born as long
and as often as you like.
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