In just under a month Anali will be turning ONE! Before having children, young couples are ever reminded of the
life altering consequences of having children. I'd like to go on the record as saying, "Can't argue with the Bible. Children
are a crown to their parents." My most treasured days have been spent in the company of this precious girl (and her Daddy). Here's what I've been surprised to find in this first year of motherhood:
- I can listen to a baby cry for as long as she needs to without questioning whether or not I'm a good mother. I do check on her, of course, but I can trust myself to sense what's most important for her, in the "now" and in the long run.
- When babies start crawling, I won't "be sorry." And despite what you say, I'm excited for her to start walking. I know she's going to love it. Seasoned parents warn me I'll mourn her days of immobility. But think of all that walking means: camping, because the child isn't crawling in the dirt; more time in the yard, because the child isn't crawling in the dirt; a new kind of bonding, as she learns to trust herself and her parents in new ways; three-foot high exploration, which will allow me a workout without paying exorbitant gym membership fees.
- Babies don't get hurt as easily as you'd think. They don't choke as easily as you'd think. And they don't roll down stairs as often as you'd think.
- It's okay to relax with your first child and still keep her safe, but you might need to fake neurosis in order to be a credible new mother.
- It's true, we don't get out as much as we used to, but we actually like that.
- Spontaneity does not have to die with parenthood. Not when it comes to going out, taking time for oneself, or even sex, people. It's just a more responsible sort of spontaneity, wouldn't you agree?
- I can be an amazing mother and be a powerful mentor at work, too. I can have simultaneous calllings.
- My relationship with my parents, biological and in-law, has gotten even better. Not once have they even hinted at how we should raise our daughter. That's amazing to me. I have to
ask for parenting advice. You four are incredible!
- I can still read books. Lots and lots of books. A thousand pages a month. It's easy to make time for those things I love...well, my favorite things at least. And the dishes do pay a price. But, what's a buttery bread plate to a heart of happiness and Victor Hugo?
- I love putting away toys. It feels happy to me. So does finding a lone sock in the couch.
Brandon says I can't finish this list until she's actually a year old. More to come.
P. S. It's hard too, sometimes. But that part is easier to forget.
Love,
Rachel
All you need for an action shot with a toddler 
Anali learned to say "Dog!" this week. Actually, it's more like an emphatic, capitalized "DO" (pronunciation guide would be a da, a with the two little dots on top) with a little "g" attached. Only her mother can hear the "g" sound, but I assure you, it's there! She says it once, then quickly repeats it four or five times, con crescendo, until her tiny voice becomes the trill of a piccolo. There's pretty much nothing cuter - never has been, never will be. 
Except this picture. You should have heard her laughter! 
Anali and Dad hunting for bugs.
This is my daugher, Anali Elisabeth. I love her. If you've met her, you do too.
Anali wasn't bashful with the pigs.
Good thing the sheep was already sheared, the way she was pulling on that skin!
The 2007 Daffodil Parade, Puyallup
A Good View
