It’s a few days after Halloween and I’m sitting at my dining table. Dishes are drying on the counter, laundry is tumbling away in the basement where my husband is listening to Judas Priest, and dinner is bubbling away on the stove. My now 10-year-old daughter is currently curled up on the couch with our dog, Penelope, watching some show on Netflix.
It’s Sunday evening and everyone is settled into their weekly routine of getting stuff done and relaxing.
It’s also November 5, which was Sidney’s due date 10 years ago. She decided to come five days early, though, because she somehow knew having a Halloween birthday was going to be hella cool.
My labour pains started around noon October 30th, and we went to the hospital just after dinner time. My mom, Nick and I spent hours in our hospital room, where Halloween 2 and Alien 3 played over and over again. It wasn’t until after 5 a.m. on Halloween that Sidney finally decided to get the heck out of there and into this awesome world.
I remember every little detail of that day so well and so fondly. There’s nothing quite as exciting as welcoming your baby into the world.
So, fair warning, if you haven’t realized by now, this is going to be one sappy post. A post to my beloved daughter who just turned 10 years old, and all that she has brought into my life.
Raising a 10 year old is nothing like raising a baby, or a toddler, or even a young child.
It’s that awkward middle stage between being a kid and wanting to grow up too fast. It’s balancing Barbie dolls and lip gloss. It’s wanting to take on more responsibilities, and also dreading it. It’s coming into your own person as everything in your life begins to change.Growing up is tough. Click To Tweet
And for the first time I feel like I’m experiencing it through somebody else, and trying to help her navigate through this strange time, hopefully without too many awkward moments or self-inflicted wounds. We’re always our own worst enemies. I wonder if I can teach her not to be? As if that was even possible.
Exactly 10 years ago I was settled at home with my newborn baby. We were probably curled up on the couch, watching a movie with my mom while Nick was at work. I can picture my 17-year-old self wearing sweatpants and a band t-shirt, breastfeeding my daughter, or even bathing her in her little tub on the kitchen table.
How can 10-year-old memories feel like they happened just yesterday?
I used to be one of those people who looked at old photos and wished to be able to go back in time, to hold on to that moment a little longer, but as I get older, at least for now, I find I can enjoy the present while being able to smile at my past.
Having a child makes every year feel so unique and special, because every year brings a new stage in life to witness and experience.
And I’ve loved every stage of being Sid’s mom!
From our late nights watching movies and napping on the couch, to playing at Totstime and exploring the world around us.
Watching your child experience everything for the first time – and then for the first time again because they don’t remember the actual first time – is like experiencing it for the time yourself.
All of a sudden snow becomes this beautiful mystery, you learn that “stopping to smell the flowers” is a saying for a reason, and the tooth fairy is actually real! Or at least, it very much feels like it.
And you eventually realize you can name over 50 dinosaurs and an encyclopedia of horse breeds, yet you can’t answer half the questions your kid asks (what did parents do before Google?).
Being a mom is awesome.
And being Sid’s mom is even more awesome.
Of course, I’m extremely biased, but my kid is pretty darn amazing.
I love looking back at the adventures we’ve ahead, but I’m so darn excited for our future adventures, too!
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If you’re a parent, what’s one of your favourite things about being a parent?! And if not, what was one of your favourite things about being a kid?