Five MonthsYou're FIVE MONTHS old today my little son.
You reach out your little hand and you curl your fingers around the green plastic frog that returned with us from Grandma's house. Slowly, painstakingly, you lift it, straight toward your mouth. You nibble on it, you look at me, you go back to nibbling. Suddenly, you rub your eyes and your eyebrows go red. You're ready for your nap.
To a casual observer, you are a baby like any other. You are doing the things that babies do. But I know what a developmental miracle you are. I know that each day you are mastering skills that were impossible only a week ago. When you do them, skills that are considered normal feel extraordinary. Because you are my son.
You are five months old today. Five months ago you made me a mother. You began giving me the opportunity to experience what life is really about. Because of you, I now live in a world where grasping a toy means more than checking email, where sitting upright means more than the list of to-dos. Because of you, I know how fleeting life is. So, thank you. I can't wait to see what the next months bring.