By the time this post goes live, Noah Matthew – our “rainbow gift from God” – will be 3 years old. As impossible as it seems, the 5 pound, 12.9 ounce, 18.5 inch baby we welcomed at 35+4 weeks (two weeks earlier than we’d planned) in 2015 is now a 34 pound, 41 inch toddler. He goes to preschool and has friends and a sense of humor I didn’t know kids his age were capable of. He is the light of our lives, and we are grateful every single day that we were given such a remarkable child to parent.
Parenting Noah has changed me in so many ways.
Before Noah, I was a meticulous housekeeper and not even remotely a last-minute person; I’ve learned that spending time with my family is exponentially more important to me than having a perfectly-kept home, and that sometimes having more flexibility in my schedule leads to really amazing things. Before Noah, I swore I would never own a minivan; now the only thing I regret about owning one is that I balked at getting one for so long (my husband was ready for one long before I was). Before Noah, there wasn’t a lot of color in my life (I was living in a pretty earth-toned world); my once-formal cream and soft blue dining room is now a playroom exploding with color, which has trickled into other spaces in our home, and into my wardrobe as well.
None of these things may sound all that important, but when I think about all of the things about me that have changed since Noah came into my life, I realize that I really enjoy being the person I have become. My before-Noah life was very, very different than the life I am living now, and I’d be lying if I said there aren’t things I miss (a lot), but my life with Noah is full of energy and color and a joy I didn’t know was possible, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Being “Noah’s mom” (what the kids at his daycare call me – I love the sound of little voices yelling, “Hi Noah’s mom!” at pickup every day) is the best thing ever.