2 years of Motherhood

It was my son’s 2^nd birthday yesterday and like the most clichéd statement, I don’t know how and where these 2 years went. We had planned a small birthday party at home, with the kids from our building. He doesn’t yet talk and also doesn’t understand birthdays, but spending time with so many kids and playing with balloons is something that he does understand and that is how it was.

I had a meltdown the previous night just thinking about the day he was born and the numerous ways in which life has changed. It is overwhelming to say the least. After waiting for over 24 hours, spending a sleepless night in a labour room, he came in this world in an OT. I had thought I would write a letter to him and that would be my next post, but as I thought of what I would write in the letter, I rejected the thought.

It will have to be a private letter, a letter I will send to him on the email id I had made for him. I don’t know whether he will approve of it – making the id for him i.e – but then I had to.

By his next birthday, I am sure; we will be making arrangements as per his requests or demands. He has now officially entered, what they call ‘The Terrible Two’s” I don’t want to think of it that way. He will have his spurts and meltdowns and demands and tantrums, just hoping I don’t label them as Terrible.