On this day in 2014, I gave birth to my first child. On that cold Thursday our calm, home birth plan flew out the window of our SUV as we drove quickly to Atlanta Medical Center, seven weeks before my estimated due date. (I invite you to read the whole story of that experience here, and I also encourage you to read what I wrote about prematurity for Lamaze.org here.) This blog will serve to highlight what I have learned this year as I have stretched and grown and grappled and dismissed and dusted off and become. --MMT
When it comes down to it, that's all you or I or anyone needs to know. Parents question their choices and decisions a hundred times a day but each one of us is simply trying to do the best we can, most moments of most days.
Parenting is one long, arching exercise in humility, humanity, compassion, trial-and-error, forgiveness, unrelenting joy and brutal execution of the ego.
It's perfect, and innate, and filled with belly laughter.
There you have it. I sat down to write about the myriad things I learned this year, but none of them matter so much as this: