Peace

Coco is a little over eight months old and it feels like she’s suddenly making all sorts of progress in her development. She’s down to two naps at reliable times. That’s HUGE. She eats at roughly the same times every day. Another massive step. And then last night… she slept through the night. Not for the first time, oh no. Last night marked the third night in a row that she has slept from 7 pm to at least 6:30 am. This is beyond huge, this is a walk on the moon kind of monumental. I’m watching my tiny baby grow into a tiny human. She’s so… interesting! To me.

And there’s the rub. Aside from assorted grandparents, no one else is really fascinated with the exact details of how she can only scoot backwards or the consistency of avocado she’s willing to swallow versus gnaw on and then spit up. But it’s all I’ve got. I’m a stay at home mom. I am raising a child. Is that enough? What about my development?

I could volunteer. I could walk dogs for the humane society or help out at the local soup kitchen. Or I could do something political – I could support Barack Obama. Or maybe I could organize recycling in the neighborhood. Yeah. And on Friday, I could achieve world peace.

I think baby steps are in order, at least for one of us.