Growing Up

8 Jan

It is amazing to me how things happen without my help, and they’re exactly the way they’re supposed to be. I could fill my life with regrets and what-ifs if I wanted to, but I’m not sure I would accomplish anything with that or be happy. In fact, I’d probably be much less than happy. I know this because when my mind wanders to the nostalgic part of my brain it always ends up focusing on the negative parts of the past, mostly about school and jobs, thinking I could have done or been so much more. But then I realize that indeed, I am where I am supposed to be, because I am happy, and I have David and Walt and everything else I need and want and more. I even get to fly in my dreams. I am actually very good at flying. When I can’t fly in my dreams it is confusing because I always think to myself, “But I know how to fly! Why isn’t this working?”

Just like the strawberry plants and the daisies in our yard that never stop being green all winter (if you could call Atlanta in December “winter”), they know what they need to keep growing every year. You don’t have to do anything for them… just don’t get in their way! And when I made a baby: once I put the ingredients in the oven, it was all in baby’s and God’s hands after that. I just didn’t get in the way of the craziness going on inside my uterus.

The baby’s Christmas present to his adoring parents was to roll over several times Christmas day, but never in our presence. We would go in to find him on his back after his naps. He then waited another week before flipping over in his crib all day. I have yet to see him roll over. When we are doing tummy time and he gets bored he just face plants and cries. You’d think he’d like to show off his new skill to his ever encouraging mother, but no.

Yesterday we got back from a walk and he watched me drink some ice water. I gave him a few sips from my cup, the first of which he made a face at because it was colder than he’s used to. But it was really fun to watch him. It reminded me that no matter what I do or don’t do, he will continue to grow. And so will I. There are so many things on my long-term to-do list that it’s an exciting prospect to look forward to each new year.

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Little boys grow so fast!

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6 Responses to “Growing Up”

  1. Sarah January 8, 2013 at 5:32 pm #

    He’s such a cutie!!
    I love flying in my dreams, although it’s only happened twice, I think. That’s cool that it seems to happen so often for you. šŸ™‚

    • mamajohnston January 8, 2013 at 10:48 pm #

      Thank you! Yeah, I fly pretty easily by flapping my arms, but I usually don’t go much higher than I need to to get over trees, houses, etc. haha

  2. Dave January 9, 2013 at 1:22 am #

    Let’s hope Walt doesn’t read this too soon and think he can fly too, or parachute off the roof for that matter. I thought I might be able to parachute from my window as a young man, but my old man told me he’d kill me if he caught me on the roof. I figured if the parachuting thing didn’t work out, I’d likely also not be able to hide the fact that I’d been on the roof too.

    • mamajohnston January 9, 2013 at 1:28 am #

      Maybe Walt will inherit my dream flying abilities since he got all his looks from you šŸ™‚

  3. nevercontrary January 9, 2013 at 1:54 am #

    Once they start to talk it funny to hear the things they learn from other people and tv. They say things and you are like where in the world did you learn that??? Its like they have their own little life or something.

    • mamajohnston January 9, 2013 at 9:35 am #

      Aw I can’t wait for that. It sounds incredible and unbelievable at the same time!

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