Brielle Turns One
I’ve never considered myself to be a motherly person by nature, by any measure. Before having a child, if you’d asked me whether I like kids, I’d say I like them, enough. If you ask me the same question today, I’d tell you no different. But what’s changed is my newfound empathy I have for parents, especially those with babies and toddlers. I admit I used to be one of those people who silently prays they never have to sit close by babies or toddlers on the plane, dreading the possibilities of having to tolerate the relentless and tormenting cycle of crying, screaming, and chair-kicking. I guess I still pray so. But knowing that the crying, screaming, and chair-kicking toddler could be mine, I absolutely feel for parents who are trying their best to keep things under control (and their sanity). As I watch B grow everyday, it’s a bittersweet reality for me. As she learns about the world and becomes more and more independent, she will need less and less of me. A time …
