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In the movie Lost in Translation there is a scene in which Bill Murray's character explains that, upon having your first child, "your life as you know it is gone...never to return." The movie has been one of my favorites for years. I just wish that I had known he meant my life.

In early 2010, I gave birth to the world's most perfect child. (Is there a parent who doesn't think his/her child is the world's most perfect?) In addition to being beautiful, he is brilliant and sweet and funny and hands-down the best thing that will ever happen to me. This kid is my entire world. I had somehow suspected through most of my life that he would be, which is why I fought very hard to have him. But about the post-childbirth apocalypse, I had absolutely no clue.

To say things have changed would be misleading. EVERYTHING has changed. Most of it has been good--some not so great--but everything is without a doubt different. And now the world changes once again. My little family and I find ourselves journeying from the big city to beautiful, calm Montana. Will the change be for the better? As with anything, the answer is sometimes "yes," sometimes "no," and always sought with massive quantities of hope. Come with me as I navigate the roads from fast-paced, big-city lawyer to Montana Momhood. Is there a line that can be walked? We'll see. But I can guarantee, at a minimum, it will be an adventurous road trip....

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

The Greatest Grandpa

Easily the #1 best part of being here is the fact that my son and I get to spend time with my dad.  And while I love this, it doesn't come close to how much my kid does.

We currently have screen doors on both the front and the back of the house.  We also have Grandpa's office in the back.  So every morning, my son wakes up and runs to the back screen door and waits.  He takes his coffee and donut (ok, fine, his apple juice and waffle) and sits at his post until it is time.  As the sun comes up over the backyard fence, he gets more and more excited.  Soon, sure enough, his buddy comes up the back walk.  And my kid goes insane.  He is so excited to see Grandpa, he starts pounding on the door.

I happen to have (in my humble opinion) the world's greatest dad.  I also know that there are many who would agree with me.  So having this man in my son's life every day is pretty incredible.  And watching them wander around the backyard or play on the computer or fix the door brings tears to my eyes every time.  And part of it is shame.  I am ashamed to acknowledge what a baby I have been about all of these recent life changes.  Because, as it turns out, they are really, really good for two people that I love. 

Maybe I should just shut up.  Yeah, that's not going to happen.  But with each passing day, I do appreciate more and more how things out of our control can sometimes be good.  Sometimes.  I'm not saying that is the case for me.  Just saying.  Maybe, possibly, sort of, kinda, it is possible that I was wrong.  Maybe.
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