The day we come home with our babes – our brains are completely rewired. We count diapers, track feedings, monitor weight, the hue of their skin, the frequency and duration of naps, amount of eye contact made, the color of their poop, their bodily awareness, etc…etc…etc. It. is. never. ending.
We rejoice at each milestone; give thanks for each ounce gained.
We sniffle as we pack away clothes each time a zipper fails to move over their squishy legs and baby rolls.
Every gathering inevitably features some form of recognition of their growth, their temperament, their development.
And that is a good and glorious thing.
