- As a parent to three children, I have joyfully witnessed and celebrated all of their milestones, from their first steps to their first words.
- However, it is also important to celebrate the milestones of parents themselves.
- For instance, I remember the sense of accomplishment when I ventured out with my baby alone for the first time, or when I successfully folded the stroller using just one hand.
While much attention is given to baby milestones, let us not forget to celebrate the achievements of parents. Babies are undeniably adorable, and their development milestones are fascinating and delightful. I beamed with joy when my babies first smiled, captured countless photos of their first taste of solid food, and couldn’t contain my excitement when they mastered rolling over.
I enthusiastically applauded their first steps and expressed endless gratitude when they finally slept through the night. I faithfully documented their progress through monthly pictures and updates to the grandparents after each doctor’s visit. It was a given that I celebrated and cherished every milestone my babies reached.
But where was the camera when I successfully transferred a sleeping baby from the car to the house for the first time? The planning and execution resembled a covert mission. I played wave sounds on my phone as I stepped out of the car, closed the car door silently, propped open the screen door, unlocked the car seat buckle while soothingly shushing, and tiptoed with gentle bounces to their room, holding my breath the whole time. Placing the baby in the crib and turning on the sound machine felt like a triumphant achievement that deserved photographic evidence.
We Must Celebrate Parents Too
Similarly, when I finally figured out how to effortlessly open our stroller and securely attach the car seat without breaking a sweat or experiencing a panic attack, it was a milestone worthy of celebration. The first time we entrusted our children to a non-family member babysitter was also a significant step for both our children and ourselves.
The first time I ventured out with my newborn alone, leaving the safety net of home, was both a test and a transformative experience. I felt the eyes of others on me, wondering if I was capable of being a mother. And honestly, I had my doubts too. But overcoming that fear and successfully navigating the outside world with my baby deserved recognition.
Imagine the applause I would have soaked up when I managed to take my two kids on a big adventure by myself. Our visit to a city museum went miraculously smoothly, with minimal whining and maximum cooperation from the kids. It was a day that showcased my ability to handle challenging and intimidating situations. I wish there had been someone to document and cheer for me during such moments.
All Those Firsts Shaped Me as a Parent
Throughout my journey as a mother, there were countless firsts for both my children and myself. Some of these moments may have seemed insignificant at the time, but in hindsight, they were pivotal lessons that shaped my parenting skills.
I vividly remember a conversation with one of my children where they vulnerably opened their heart and needed guidance. It was a moment where I, as their safe haven, had the opportunity to respond with understanding and wisdom. I wish I had recorded that conversation, as it was a first in my ability to provide the right support and validation.
Another major step was asserting myself with the grandparents, advocating for my child’s needs and asserting our unique parenting style. It may have been nerve-wracking and filled with stumbling words, but it was the first time I spoke up and confidently expressed that we were doing things differently.
The first time I watched my child perform at their dance recital without my presence on stage was a breathtaking experience. Witnessing their confidence and enjoyment filled me with overwhelming pride and gratitude. My child had accomplished something incredible without me, marking their own milestone.
I Celebrate My Personal Growth
Recently, I stumbled upon an old pacifier in a bag we hadn’t used in a while. During a trip, we thought we had lost it, and instead of buying a replacement, we decided it was time to end the pacifier phase. Surprisingly, our youngest child adapted well and hardly complained on that trip.
As I held that lost pacifier in my hand, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. It symbolized the end of the toddler phase and the bittersweet realization that my child was growing up. Yet, amidst the nostalgia and longing for the past, there was also a sense of acceptance and readiness for the new stage of parenting.
While there may not be someone trailing my every step to document my personal milestones, I have come to acknowledge and celebrate them in my own way. Each nerve-wracking first serves as a testament to my courage and capability, reminding me of the strength I have developed throughout my journey as a parent.
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