My baby is ONE! In a blink of an eye….
People often think that Noah is my favourite and if you’re judging from the 1st year birthday party I threw him, that may seem the case. On thinking about it, it is a combination of various things.
Firstly, this time round, I’ve learnt well from the renowned ‘Last Time’ poem. For those who don’t know what I’m referring to, read it here. If you have kids older than 5 and have given you all their ‘last times’ mentioned in that poem, you will know why I seem to cherish my time with Noah without reading any further. For those who are new mums or have no idea what poem I am referring to, it basically reminds you that there are only so many times that your child will depend on you before they become their own person. And by then, you will have wished that you could keep them relying on you forever. So, I’ve learnt not to wish my baby’s life away, wishing he could sleep through the night quicker, wishing he would crawl, wishing he would walk soon, wishing he would stop crying. For I know, that day will come and I won’t even realise that it was the last time he cried, the last time he needed a nappy change, the last time he will give me an innocent kiss on the lips and run to me crying when he’s fallen down.
I’m very blessed that the big age gap between my older and younger one is so big that I can take all these learnings.
So, with that in mind, I have learnt to enjoy every moment I can with my baby Noah. Perhaps to the point of compromising discipline and routine over the cherished moments to hold him in my arms.
Secondly, it’s a maturity thing. I’m now a far more mature woman than I was 6 years ago. Organising a party in the midst of a million other things in life is just a manageable elevation of stress. This contrasts to 6 years ago when stress tolerance index was that bit lower.
Thirdly, I’m in a different season of life. I’m in a good place physically, emotionally, financially and spiritually. I’m no longer in a high-stress corporate role, which frees up the emotional and physical energy for me to spend time with Noah and organise great parties! Spiritually, I have found Joy and Peace through my revived and restored connection with Christ.
All of the above has enabled me to throw an amazing party, together with the help of Noah’s nanny catering for 80 people! Praise God for the celebration and gathering of good friends. It was an amazing day and I’m so thankful to all who came and shared their time with us. I may not have had a deep and meaningful conversation with everyone but just the vibe of having all of my dearest present at the party meant the world to me. Thank you, dear friends and family!
So, as per my usual posts, below is a capture of Noah’s 1 year old development:
- He’s learnt the “ET phone home”, sticking index finger out to touch yours
- Bye bye waving when you leave
- Clapping hands to ‘yippee’ (in Chinese: “ho yeh!”)
- Took his first few steps
- He’s on textured solids, such a rice and beef mince!
- Understands what ‘no’ means, although it doesn’t mean necessarily responds well to it! (That’s how I know he knows what it means!)
- Knows his name
- He’s close to growing out of his “Baby Jail”. Obviously with his increased movement, restricted area is no fun even when he’s drowned in toys.
Until next year, baby! We love you.