Look at what a handsome fella I turned out to be. Just a ladies man waiting for the ladies. |
We`ve come a long, long way together, dear readers, through hard times and soft ones too. It's hard to accept that I'm really a year old now. This year has been a lifetime to me, and now it's past. So many realizations to look back on and so many questions to look forward to.
I've learned how to sleep, roll over, crawl, feed myself, even walk and talk a bit. I even figured out that mom and me are two separate people; detachable, imagine that! I've learned who my parents are and how much they mean to me. I understand the pain I feel when I'm alone and the joy I feel in loving arms.
My whole life things have been getting more and more complicated and I don't know why it has to be like this. All the things that used to be so easy are now hard and the things that were impossible are required.
In the beginning I couldn't even hold my own head up, but now I'm expected to get around the house independantly. For what seemed like ever I couldn't see past my own face, and now those same things I couldn't see, I'm supposed to recognize, acknowledge, and manipulate.
In these days I face, I know they expect me to start talking more and more, and learning more about this world around me, and I'm looking forward to it. It's just that everytime I think I've got it figured out, I get another assignment that I'm supposed to master. It's difficult stuff like figuring out doorknobs and zipping zippers.
And all the things I used to get away with are totally in the past. I can never again pretend I don't understand the meaning of "No" or demand someone else feed me or play dumb about unplugging the TV.
So what's the coming year going to hold for me? Well, like those who went before me, I guess I'm going to have to go after those tricky tasks like potty training and learning the names of the colors and the letters of the alphabet. Suppose I'll have to kick this bottle habit at some point too. Yes, I am now mature enough to admit it's a habit.
My goal for the next twelve months is to be a completely mobile jabber-baby and to spend as much time with my parents as I can. They're getting older too and I don't want them to feel forgotten or left behind. Okay, maybe there's some of my own seperation anxiety in there, but who can know for sure?
The only thing I really do know for sure is that I'm not zero anymore.
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