Let’s just start by saying that my son is nearly 18 months of age.
A lot has happened (in somehow, what seems to be a very long, and a very short period of time). I recognize that my perception of this first year can (and probably will) change. Still, part of the reason I wanted to take down my feelings here and now, is because of the proximity. The freshness. My feelings are pretty raw. And while I know that they’ll soften some, there’s a vividness… a clarity marking my experience as authentic. Un-romanticized. Maybe, un-apologetically accurate?
Anyhow, I think it’s also important to recognize that it’s taken me a full 18 months to actually sit down, process, and in turn write about this experience. If we had any questions about the impact that becoming a parent has had on my life –
there is your answer.