I cannot believe that Judah is 18 months old today. Just last night, my husband and I joked that we couldn’t believe we’ve been parents for 18 months already! Every parent I talked to when I was pregnant warned us: “The time is going to fly” – and they weren’t kidding. In these past 18 months, we’ve learned so much about what it means to be a parent, and Judah is our wise and patient teacher.
Here are 18 important parenting lessons we’ve learned in Judah’s first 18 months.
This year saw its share of plenty of celebrity births and of course, amazing celebrity baby names. But 2014 might just take the cake for some of the wildest, weirdest and just plain out-there celebrity baby names around! Buzz Michelangelo? Lyric Sonny Roads? Royal Reign?
Which of these 25 celebrity baby names are the wildest names of 2014? Click on through to decide for yourself!
In the busy-ness of being a mom, sometimes I forget how lucky I am – how lucky I am to be a mom, to experience motherhood, to watch my husband experience fatherhood, to have this amazingly bright, curious, charming little toddler in our life. Parenting through infertility – not after, as it’s something that never truly leaves those who’ve experienced it – humbles me.
I am so lucky – and so grateful.
It’s Election Day! Even though the weather is super chilly here in New England, Judah, my husband and I bundled up and headed to the polls. Since it’s fairly close to where we live, we both quickly cast our votes before I dropped Judah off at daycare for the morning and my husband at the train station for work.
“But Keiko,” I hear you saying, “Judah isn’t even old enough to vote!” While that may be true, there’s a much more important reason why we bring our son with us to our polling place.
I had a moment with Judah, in the grocery store last week, when I really needed to get home because I had a to-do list a mile long – Judah reached for me from the seat of the shopping car, saying “Mama! Mama!” As I leaned in, he planted a big kiss on my cheek – and then held me there in a tight hug. When I tried to pull away, he wouldn’t let go: he just pulled me in tighter. It didn’t matter that the frozen foods in the cart were starting to thaw, that I still had a million things left to do that day…
I stood there, in the middle of the pasta aisle bent over hugging my son, who just wanted that moment with his mom. I’ve learned that, as a mother, these magical moments with my son can be precious few – so I savor them. The deadlines can wait a few more minutes.