May has always served as a time of transition in my life, and it continues to be so, even years after my life as a student has ended. And once again, I find myself reflecting on where I've been and where I go from here.
Two years ago this month, life as I know it in Mina, SD began; I started this blog without the slightest inclination that I'd be pregnant within a month and experience the life-changing joy of adding Briggs to our family.
One year ago this month I celebrated the baptism of my first son on Mother's Day; In the exhaustion of new motherhood, I marveled at the strength I'd been given for the task and the inexplicable feeling of sharing myself completely with a newborn.
This month, I'm spending time marveling at the growth a year provides. I am no longer exhausted (thank the Good Lord Almighty), and as I look into the vibrant face of my smiling child, I witness what has been my sustaining motivation as a mother: Pure Joy.
Pure joy at the giggles Briggs produces when we play the silliest of games, splash in the tub, chase one another around, play catch with Daddy, and make goofy faces together.
Pure joy as I've watched Briggs transform from baby to toddler in a matter of days. His plodding, yet determined steps reminding me both of the challenges behind us and the challenges ahead.
Pure joy as I see his face light up when Daddy gets home, toddling to the gate to say hello with his chirpy voice of welcome; pure joy as I see Briggs' light bring brightness to AJ's day.
Pure joy as I watch him crinkle his nose and grin while visiting our neighbors, pure joy as I hear him sounding his voice with the hymns sung in church, pure joy as I watch him tenderly interact with babies much smaller in size.
Pure joy as we cuddle to relieve the pain of teething or the heartache of a fall. Pure joy as my arm grows tired, reminding me how healthy and hearty Briggs has grown.
Pure joy as I deliberately take 10 minutes here and 10 minutes there to simply "be" with my son. Basking in the goodness of sunshine and lakeview, enjoying the touch of his still-tender baby skin, cherishing the soft pats on my back, as if he's saying, "You're a good Momma, well done."
This is my gift for Mother's Day: Briggs, and the pure joy he brings about... simply by being him.
Happy Mother's Day!
