Sometimes I’m surprised if I even have time to throw my hair into my normal (since birth of my personal energy ball) bun. What, with her crawling and getting into anything and everything. Baby-proofing was a pain..especially with no sleep. Its amazing if i can get in a shower, let alone type all this. There are times where it seems like im at the end of my rope…and then…she smiles. At that moment it makes everything not seem so hard…and I know that even when it seems like i cant do it anymore that i can and that it really isnt as hard as it seems. soon she’ll be walking and talking in full sentences then going off to kindergarten…and even though she is only 8 months old it hit me at how fast time flys. it seems like its only been a month even though my body knows its been so much longer. i feel like crying really…the joy of being a parent is having the chance to shape a young mind and person beyond what a teacher can. the joy of being a parent is having a tiny little face smiling at you when you’re at your lowest. the joy of being a parent is having your hair pulled, raspberried at, and drooled on only to have peals of laughter erupt from your child. the joy of being a parent is knowing that you are depended on and needed…even when your kids are “all grown up”.