My son is celebrating his first birthday today. This last year has been amazing, awe-inspiring frustrating, terrifying, and exhilarating.
A few things my one year old has taught me:
Don’t give up. From rolling over to standing up to picking up a cheerio, this kid never stops trying until he gets it. He gets frustrated, but he doesn’t quit.
Work on your flexibility. I’m not saying I want to be able to stick my toes in my mouth with ease, but touching my toes without groaning is a start.
Sometimes you just need to scream. Life will hand you moments that are so crazy, confusing, frustrating, and wild that a scream is warranted. Also, screaming into a pillow can be extremely therapeutic. Trust me.
Smiles are contagious. Smile. I promise it will make you feel better. And possibly that grumpy person next to you too.
Watch and learn. He just sits quietly (sometimes) and absorbs it all. We could all do with a little bit more observation.
You’re going to fall and that’s okay. I have watched him time and time again stand up and fall down and stand right up again with this built in determination. Nothing is going to stop him.
Always be curious. Even though it can get you into trouble sometimes, it’s worth the risk.
Breathing exercises can be beneficial. Counting to ten helps too.
Laughter truly is the best medicine. Tickling and silly faces work wonders on a little boy. And, not taking myself too seriously works well for me. A bit of Bill Burr now and again never hurts.
Can’t wait to see what more I will learn from this sweet boy in the next year.
Happy Birthday Everett.
I love you.