Parenting the firstborn would be much easier if we were allowed peaks into the future.
Since then I've been humbled and humiliated countless times by my severe misunderstanding that parenting just comes naturally.
But being a mom to this dude is more than I could ever say.
Raising a child and watching his passions, imagination, and ideas form day by day is an adventure just as much as finding ourselves in any foreign territory and scrambling for resources to forge a path. I won't gush out all the details or draw up a map for how to find the end of the rainbow here or tell you this and this and this about this terrific place! Thomas is all his own and even though being his mom is a towering amount of joy, no one will make this same journey. And since I've always been one to not follow the crowd, except for maybe when I begged my mom a hundred times in 5th grade for an Adidas jacket with the stripes down the sleeves, it's an adventure I'm now seeing is the very culmination of all the things I was born to do: Work hard. Play harder. Learn. Laugh. And fall on my ass right where I've sculpted a cushion from all that chocolate.