My son turned one this past October, and it leaves me wondering where the time has gone? Moments ago, I was holding his newly birthed body. And now, well now he’s walking and throwing temper tantrums! It all brings me back to the quote, “The days are long, but the years are short.” Indeed.
Those days when my baby woke up every two hours to feed, those frustrating bouts of gas, or those endless nights of teething, seemed like eternity. I prayed for sleep – and sometimes, I cried for it.
Yet I seem to forget those long nights. Instead I remember the sweet giggles, the coy smiles, the times when I picked him up, and he held me. With each year, he’ll need me less and less. The dreaded teenage angst, college, and then off with his new bride will approach in a blink of an eye.
So what was in that first year? Everything. Everything that defined me as a mother was in that year. It was the year that I loved another human being so much that I took a risk – that I decided that mediocrity was not the life I wanted for my family – that I closed my eyes and took a leap with Diaper Dawgs.
As Diaper Dawgs grows, I’m very excited to see what’s in store for next year. It is such a blessing and so humbling to see the love that our fans show us each and every day.
I vow to make every year, no matter how short, a great year for my family, for Diaper Dawgs, and for all the households that chose to cloth diaper because of the simple tools that made it easier.