Everything happened at once. I turned 34, and you began crawling, pulled yourself to stand, and popped a tooth. Ten days later, you turned 8 months. You're moving fast now.
Every day is so exciting. I am utterly in love with you, your smiles, your laughs, your falls. This has got to be my favorite age--and stage--so far. Watching you explore the world.
Today, when I picked you up from daycare, you crawled to me. I've been waiting for this moment, since I dropped you off day-one. Some day, you'll laugh at this--but I've been scared you don't know who I am. When I drop you off/pick you up from daycare, most days you don't acknowledge me. You're busy playing with toys. But today...you crawled to me, and I felt like your mom for the first time. Your mom. Your mom. I am your mom. Everything is for you, now.
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8 months was my favorite age too...I am jealous. "Every day is so exciting" is not the tune I am singing these days - the life of a toddler is too structured, monotonous; anything else leads to breakdowns. But I a smiling now, reading that you are over your paranoia with the daycare pick up...soon he will be running towards you!
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