8 Weeks

Posted on August 17, 2011 by admin

Eight weeks is not a long amount of time.  If I was in a job for 8 weeks, or in a relationship for 8 weeks – I wouldn’t feel like much time was under my belt.  When I had my car for 8 weeks, I was still getting used to finding it in the parking lot.  And I guess in the grand scheme of things, being a parent for 8 weeks is just a drop in the bucket.  But in 8 weeks Brendan has learned how to smile.  He has started having conversations with us as he looks straight into our eyes.  He has more than quadrupled his daily food intake, and has increased his weight by 50 percent.  He has learned that he loves the sky, and that we will always come running when he cries.   And he has changed almost every single thing about my life.  Not just my daily routines, but the way I see the world – the way I think about pretty much everything.  He has altered my life with a certainty that usually only comes with time.  (At least for me.)  But from the moment he entered the world, time has warped into a strange place that is constantly moving both faster and slower at the same time. Parents always tell you about how fast time goes by – and people even warned me about how everything would change.  I was prepared for less sleep, and more worry – but I don’t think I wasn’t expecting how quickly and profoundly the way I have seen the world for 40 years would change – how expansive and inspired my heart would become.  All because of 8 weeks with one tiny person.

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