my challenging child

<this picture may be an all-time favorite.  he looks like he is protecting evelyn from something terrible.  he was actually yawning>

the other day i was reading "what to expect: the first year".  i like to crack it open every once in awhile just to see what the authors feel like scaring me with that day.  i came across a box titled the challenging child.  i chuckled and thought i should read it just to see what other poor parents have to deal with.  you sleep ten hours straight at night...no challenge there!  but to my surprise, there you were, front and center under the alias of the active child.  now, we knew this about you since i was ten weeks pregnant and the doctor was unable to find your heartbeat.  after an emotional half hour waiting for the ultrasound, we were told you were perfectly healthy, the doctor just probably had a hard time finding a heartbeat because you were so active.  this was confirmed at every ultrasound thereafter.  during your nst, my thumb actually got tired from having to push that little button so many times when you kicked.  so yes, we knew you were active, but i had never before considered this to be a challenge...at least not yet.  i mean sure you boycotted swaddles since the day you got home, we have essentially worn a track around the kitchen table while carrying you around since you can't move yourself, we have yet to sit through a church service, and we have to be super careful while you are on the floor so you don't break our noses with one of your flailing limbs, but your energy is your gift.  i'm sure it won't be long before you are sitting, crawling, and running circles around your dad and me and completely wearing us out.  you have this drive.  i see it in your eyes so many times throughout the day.  you aren't content simply sitting back and watching the world go 'round.  you want to move and play and interact with everything.  that is exactly why we love you so much.  in the words of one of my favorite poems:

i am your parent you are my child

i am your quiet place, you are my wild

i am your calm face, you are my giggle

i am your wait, you are my wiggle

so sweet baby girl, never lose your energy; use those active little legs to explore your world.  never lose your driven spirit; use it to change the things that need changing.  never settle down.  at the end of the day, remember i will always be here to hold you when you finally do get tired.

 {poem by Maryann K Cusimano, full version here}