My Baby is Four.
Four years ago, I gave birth to a baby boy. There are moments from his birth-day that will forever be tiny treasures in my chest of memories. I will never forget the way my precious 3-year-old looked when she was sent in to meet her brother for the first time. I will never forget the moment that we sat together on that hospital bed as a family of four for the first time. I will never forget my husband holding our son for the first time. I could never have known, never have predicted, what my life would be like as a mother to both a daughter and a son. The shift from parenting one child to two has certainly not always been easy. Every stage and age presents new challenges and new reliefs, but the whole journey has been more beautiful and more joy-filled and more chaotic than I could have imagined, and I love it. It's the best of both worlds, a true adventure from day to day. My children are little opposites and watching them grow over these past years has been so interesting and ...