We just received our annual “baby book” from the daddies.
Every year they make a picture book of all his travels and significant life events.
I cherish each one because I know the year where he’s too grown up for baby books is coming.
We stay in very good touch so we generally know what’s going on,
But getting the picture book really got me in the feels, as usual.
He’s been to like thirteen countries this past year.
Just to visit, just for culture, personal enrichment.
They casually mentioned in their last text that they were going to see the Northern Lights for five days in Iceland.
I think all of that is great.
But it kind of forces me to realize, once again, I have no idea what my own child is doing, ever.
It’s a deep pull in your very soul.
However, it’s not like I didn’t know it was going to be like this.
The life his daddies have provided for him is above and beyond what I ever could have wanted.
And I was VERY PICKY when it came to his parents.
So it’s really saying a lot.
Expectations were high.
I just can’t help but feel a little maternal force making me feel like I’m not doing enough.
It’s very complicated.