I'm alive, I'm alive!

Today is the second day of August. Where does time go, will somebody please tell me? And when we figure out where it goes, let's figure out how to slow it down.

Ever since Shane hit four months I've grown more and more aware of his little body, his heart, his mind, and his soul "growing up." I know, I know he's only 6 months, you say, but inside me in a place I cannot identify I miss his "newborn-ness." Not always, just sometimes. But some-times is still more than no-times.

Some of this longing has to do with the fact that the more he becomes aware of his surroundings, the more "alive" he becomes thus the more "human-like" I guess you could say, he responds. As a newborn he simply laid on his back, slept A LOT, and ate like an animal. He still sleeps A LOT and he still eats like an animal. But he's adding onto these skills and it shows me, his world, "Hey mommy, I'm growing up."

"I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive." That's the chant I hear from my baby boy. He's so alive! He reaches out to touch, taste and feel the door nob, the wall hanging, the keys, the door frame, the keyboard. He not only wants to play, he must play! His taste buds salivate to explore, his fingertips tingle to touch and feel new textures, textures he's never in his entire life felt and tasted before. I can't remember the last time I touched, tasted, felt and experienced something for the first time. How exciting to be a baby!

I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive mommy. Take me with you baby boy, and I'll do my best to encourage this aliveness and excitement for life as long as you're mine.