In mommyhood, the only constant is change

A couple of weeks ago, I was wondering to myself, when did Stella grow up? At almost five years old, it feels that the changes in her are always happening, yet subtle. That’s why I was so amazed by how grown up she seemed in her school photos. It all just snuck up on me.

But when it comes to the little one, these changes keep smacking me in the face each and every day. There’s nothing subtle about Margot.

The time between seven and eight months old brought a lot of major milestones, such as sitting up on her own, saying Mama and Dada, and clapping her hands.

Margot turned 10 months old on November 1st, and for the last week it feels like her development has hit another gear. First, the little gal starting pulling herself up onto her knees in her crib and at the edge of the couch. Then in the last day, she has pulled herself up to standing in her play yard and her crib.

SLOW DOWN, girlfriend! In the last few weeks, crawling finally clicked for her. It never occurred to me that standing and (eek) cruising could be so close behind. Was it like this with Stella? I honestly can’t remember.

Also this past Saturday, Margot finally started to cut her first tooth. It always feels like the appearance of those first few teeth starts the transition from baby to soon-to-be toddler. Pretty soon, she won’t have that cute gummy smile anymore.

This past week has me amazed at how much can change in such a short amount of time. It’s a lesson I learned when Stella was little, but clearly forgot as she got older.

Each month of their first year was an opportunity to pause, reflect on the previous weeks, and make note of all of the changes. But I’ll admit that I’m not always very good as recording these things. The last few months in Margot’s baby book haven’t been filled in, and eventually I’ll refer to her monthly photos on my Instagram to fill in the blanks.

Life’s moving crazy fast lately. I can’t believe I was already thinking of invitations for Margot’s first birthday. Sometimes I try to imagine what she’ll be like when she turns one. Will (more) teeth finally come in? Will she be walking? What new words will she know?

But really, I need to slow down my brain and take it all one day at a time. She’s growing up fast enough as it is.