12/10/2025
They grow up.
I know it's hard to take the long view when you've just tried to put your 6 week old down "alone, by themselves, in a crib" for the 14th time and your baby just keeps waking up and crying to be held. When you're covered in spit up, and postpartum sweat, and maybe your own tears. When you haven't taken a shower in 48 hours and really what's the point, you'll just be covered in all of it again before you even towel off.
But I promise you... they grow up.
Has anyone told you "the nights are long but the years are short" yet? This is Max. Max is my middle kid. He was born in the middle of an ice storm, and since then he's been a force to be reckoned with.
In terms of breastfeeding, Max was my best latcher and nursing him was easy. But... he just didn't care. I had to go back to work full time when he was 2 months old (no paid leave) and my job was an hour away each way so I was pumping and he was getting bottles for most of his feeds. He really didn't care about nursing- I practically had to drag him to a year of breastfeeding. He could take it or leave it.
But Max cared about pretty much literally EVERYTHING else. Animals, helping people, picking up litter on the street, avoiding his chores, Spider-Man, his siblings, songwriting, playing guitar. Max is a big bucket of empathy and emotions and all he really wants to do is take care of everyone and everything he comes in contact with.
They grow up.
Max turns 18 today. Of course I saw it coming (I do own a calendar) but on the other hand, he's still my little Beany who cut his own hair "as an experiment" and "rescued" a garter snake that got loose in the house and ended up in my bedroom.
Happy birthday, Max. You just keep being the amazing person you are. Bring the world back into tune. I love you! 🎂🥳🎊🎈